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Oct 2020
Pulse racing, fast pacing, in my head I'm locked in a shed
Monsters all around me, trying to get under my skin,
What the hell is my sin?!
Hands trembling, and I can't stop remembering
Everything
The walls getting smaller, something's wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
I can feel it inside my chest!
I'm doing my best!
Can't you see that it's my past that's holding me back, even though I cast it away every day?
Is that insane?
Breathing faster, airway's tighter, heart's beating faster
And consciousness simply slips away
Randall L Clifton
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Randall L Clifton  27/M
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