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Apr 2019
In the quiet of the night,
it's when my mind can't seem
to keep quiet.
Running at a hundred miles with no
stopping.
Head spinning and mouth
drying,
stomach turning with
non-stop reminders of the
what if's and never know.
All the things I shouldn't think
of.
- dizzy.
beth haze
Written by
beth haze  21/F/b.a
(21/F/b.a)   
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