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Aug 2017
It's happening again.
My voice is gone.
My eyes feel too big for my skull.
I open my mouth and all I can manage is a whisper.
My throat is too tight.
I try to push through, but I fall deeper than before.
If I don't try, I can't fail.
Lydia
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Lydia  22/F/Lacrosse, WI
(22/F/Lacrosse, WI)   
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