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Aug 2017
I see your face

I feel your breath

I fell your touch

I turn and Im alone



I see your face

I close my eyes

I feel your breath

I hold my own

I feel your touch

I squirm and shrink

I turn and Im alone



Your face

Your breath

Your touch

that was then



this is now

caring face

my breath

no ones touch

this is now



that was then
was having a panic attack and my therapist was there but i kept feeling a bad relationship person holding me like they used to when i had panic attacks
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Remmy
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   Deep Ponderer
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