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Aug 2018
I’m emotionally claustrophobic.
Pressure pressed upon my shoulders.
My chest doesn’t rise as high as it used to.
I am not lost but I’m losing.
I’m crawling out as I’m pulled down.
Give me a reason.
Any
*******
Reason.
Carlyy
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Carlyy  27/F/South Dakota
(27/F/South Dakota)   
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