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Aug 2017
You would almost think that maybe, just maybe, the anxiety coursing through my veins would stop when the blood poured out but it didn't. The harder I grabbed my head, the harder it pounded through. Rushing, expanding my veins, bursting cells and leaving my mind hanging on a cliff!
I thought that maybe, it would solve it all, but I was wrong.
Please forgive me.
Written by
Nyk  FTM/Toledo
(FTM/Toledo)   
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