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Aug 2016
The breaking point where one snaps

The world seems so red out here

A freight train running through my head

I’ve been here before, beyond pain

Your wall is blocking me out

I can’t taste you anymore

My hands have gone numb

I’m experiencing tunnel vision

My body is shaking violently

Hyperventilation is keeping me

From crying out

“Please don’t go”
Then I wake up and it's not so bad..
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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