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Jan 2021
The space between
my stomach and happy is
red ugly hot.
I feel my heart beating there,
thumping and stabbing
that is why I press my lips together
at the dinner table
and don't touch my food.
Written by
Tiger Striped  21/F/Very Far Away
(21/F/Very Far Away)   
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