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Jun 2017
twisting.
falling.
screaming.

I know I've been here before
The way the walls taste
The way the floor sounds

It's become such a normal thing
The act of it is like breathing.

Like breathing
Like drowning.
Like breathing.
Like dying.

Like

Anxiety.
Zane
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Zane  28/Portland
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       Anna Andrews, ---, Ember and rose
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