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Feb 2021
the world is hot,
my body is cold.
my heart is hot,
my throat is hot.
my brain is cold.
im panicking.
i dont know.
i dont know.
i dont know.
i need to speak,
but there are no words.
im scared,
but not fearful
i cant hear anything,
but the silence is so loud.
something is wrong.
i can feel it.
but i know,
i cant fix it.
i found this in my drafts, i think i wrote this in a fever. i dont remember writing this, but this is exactly how my episodes feel. just know that it can get better.
cranberry
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cranberry  Other/the outer layers
(Other/the outer layers)   
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   Wyatt
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