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Nov 2012
the sort of thing we take advantage of
is only remembered when it is lost

complete panic
                           shaking
                                         sobbing
                                                       puking
                                         gagging
                       cramping
      this is hell

hyperventilate into the spinning room
filled with the horrific sounds of sobbing and *****
clutching onto life signs

remembering how to breathe
blink
breathe
blink
....
pause
....
and it stops
and you sink
into
darkness
Hana Gabrielle
Written by
Hana Gabrielle
507
   Emma, BB Tyler and Nick Durbin
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