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Dec 2017
my mind is racing for a home it will never reach.
my heart is pounding to a drum,
but its offbeat..
my fingers tremble
like a broken-legged person,
crumbling from all the pressure.
my body is breaking,
like fine china,
falling off a shelf..
but this time,
there is no one there to catch me.
Chloe White
Written by
Chloe White  24/F
(24/F)   
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     Glassmuncher and Mack
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