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Nov 2016
Claustrophobia
The fear of small spaces,
confined spaces.

Back against the wall,
the walls are closing in.
There is no escape,
from the rake on the skin.

Balled in a blanket,
desiring to be confined.
Pulling in closer,
and quieting the mind.

Sounds of screams,
blare in the ear.
Music gets louder,
trying to make everything disappear.
I am claustrophobic
Yet lately the tighter ball I wrap myself in
the more comfortable I feel
Sam
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Sam  20/Cisgender Female/Everything will be okay:)
(20/Cisgender Female/Everything will be okay:))   
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