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Dec 2012
You ask me how I know
everything;
like when you are with her,
or she is with you.
The truth is,
I don't know.
I just know
that my shoulders tense up,
and my stomach aches,
and my hands shake.
I just know
that it feels like I can't breathe,
that I'm suffocating;
drowning.
And you tell me that it's so weird
that I can tell when you're with her.
And I just wish that it would stop.
Because how am I supposed to
heal;
be fixed;
be whole again
when I can constantly feel her hand around you;
your mind on her...
The truth is,
I don't know if I really can feel you;
feel her.
I just think that I can feel my own heart    
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Kaylin Martin
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Kaylin Martin
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   Timothy
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