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Mar 2017
I paced the floors
So long so hard
Until my bare feet bled red
Fingernails scratching at my chest
Trying to claw out this beating thing inside me
My thoughts ran rampant
Over thinking over contemplating
Just over it
All these words mean nothing
Actions show differently
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