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Jul 2013
I  know who I am
What makes me tick
When something is wrong,
Or when  I am roughly overreacting.
When I enter a state of panic
It makes me sick to my stomach
I do not recognize myself
Or  I remember the one staring at me
All too well
Defensive and uncertain
I am mean and swollen
Emotions overrun me
So here I am
Running on empty.
At times I am not in control
Without warning
Or good reason
What is sure
I am on the brink
Of falling into a loophole
And I  just have  to sense
When it happens
When I am this woman
Wearing stilettos on sand;
If you are that man
Not psyched but strong enough
To handle the times
When I am losing the upper hand.
Nicole Bataclan
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Nicole Bataclan  38/F/Berlin, Germany
(38/F/Berlin, Germany)   
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