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Jun 2019
I didn't want you to blame me
When I passed out from holding my breath
I was just trying to be lighter on the inside
Walking is really hard these days
I keep forgetting how to talk
Even when I know too many words
I'm panicking, existential discomfort
I can make up a name for my feelings
They flow through me the same
Hold me now
So I don't let go of myself
You are not an anchor
You are a bridge
I am burning
It's my fault
You whisper through my hair
Into the hollow of my hear
Whispers in my head, tread softly
"It will be okay, baby."
I clutch the solid fabric of your shirt
Between the concrete fingers of my hand
Linger with me
Like you promised
I can be toxic, but I try not to be.
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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     atticus wilson, --- and Crow
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