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Dec 2017
My hands are shaking
pulse rushing
heart beat-beating
vision blurring
speech slurring
dropping slowly to the ground.

In and out of consciousness
devil's words
blackness
faces crowding
halos glowing
fading into nothing now.
Written by
Phoebe Woods  23/Genderqueer/Pennsylvania
(23/Genderqueer/Pennsylvania)   
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