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Dec 2019
This anxiety coils around my throat
preventing my burning lungs from inhaling
the happiness that surrounds me
silencing the words that dance on the tip of my tongue
until they disintegrate into an acidic nothingness that bites my cheek and
rots my teeth.
Rosie
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Rosie  24/F/amongst the clouds
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