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Sep 2016
i'm not who i
used to be

(and can't remember
who that was exactly)


my hands shake

uncontrollably
and i can't focus

except on mistakes

(there's a monster
sitting in my chest)


i can't sleep
can't think

can't

think

can't

breathe

(there's a monster
living in my chest)


can't

breathe
Copyright 8/25/16 by B. E. McComb
Written by
b e mccomb  25/F/chasing dreams
(25/F/chasing dreams)   
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