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Jul 2019
I have thorns growing around my heart.
They tighten around my lungs.
They circle around my throat.
With every breath the thorns dig in deeper.
It’s hard to breathe.
When
will
it
stop?
Sin
Written by
Sin  24/F/Seattle
(24/F/Seattle)   
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   --- and Jim Musics
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