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Aug 2013
Knees against my chest
This is no way to go on
Hands through my hair
If you push hard enough
The hole in my lungs
Just sit still
Nails at my skin
That's not about to change
Pulse in my temples
Move slow, keep it tight
Jaw clenches hard
Breathe, come on
The dreams on the edge
Come back, stay grounded
Fear comes in tides
She's talking to you, focus
Drained, collapse, ache
Just a little farther, another step
Ripped, tossed, tense
Let's sleep now, please
A gasp for air
It's morning. I made it.
Evan Backward
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