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Nov 2017
Knot in my stomach
Sweat on my palms
Throat closing up

It's been so long since I've heard your name, I've forgotten what this feels like.

Room growing blurrier
Legs becoming weaker
Chest compressing faster

I scan the room for a way out. If i move at all, she will notice it, her eyes will be on me. You'll see me.

You'll see me.
You'll see me.
You'll
See
Me.
Two weeks ago i had to be around a very toxic person. This is what i felt while I stood feet from her, at my friend's funeral.
Zane
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Zane  28/Portland
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   Lior Gavra
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