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Nov 2017
I am trapped,
touched by
caffeinated anxiety.

The room
does not close in
or spin
like in
the movies,

but the
open air
night sky
beckons me,
almost beggingly,
to rush out
and breathe deeply.

Nothing soothes me.
Everything pushes
and consumes me.

Tightness
and chest pains,
this stress maims
my fatigued brain
making me wonder
if I am insane.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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