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Jul 2019
my forehead feels
as if
about to break

and Yes it sometimes
freaks me out

and then
it stops-

Now, tell me Love
I guess I am allowed
to be
******* afraid
at times

To run
if only for a while
and NOT face ****
that's thrown at me
as side effect

as all that catches up
on this ferocious drift-
Written by
Me  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
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