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Outsider
Poems
Mar 2019
Angst
My pulse is raising.
Sweat appears in my palms.
My fingertips are turning ice cold.
And so, follows the rest of my body.
I keep asking myself why?
But I can never seem to settle on a proper answer.
It´s an unlike pain,
that doesn´t physically hurt.
An immense trembling
that touches every nerve,
of my wrecked system.
It´s something that I can never understand.
I cannot quite grasp,
what my body is trying to tell me.
Involuntarily,
I´m forcing myself to insanity.
#cold
#pain
#hurt
#nerves
#wrecked
#insanity
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Outsider
20/F/Norway
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