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4-7-8

I awoke in the night and felt your back against mine Was this some sort of sign, some distance I couldn't explain? Or was this a self-perceived storm in the making constructed from nothing that was real? The darkness took comfort in those nights we spent back to back Ticking, ticking, ticking- Searching for an outlet, even forging one out of our lack of subconscious physical attachment, trying to create a wedge The wedge served as an object that would separate my vulnerability from reality Creaking across my temples and finding solitude in the destruction of everything I held dear, you. As time went on, naturally that wedge became an abyss and every night I fell hundreds of feet over and- over again- until my heart shrank into a thread. The feeling of uncontrollable anxious behaviors began to manifest in my chest There it remained- digging around to find its home, once more In my adolescent insecure tendencies
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Sep 2, 2016
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