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Sep 2013
My heart,
Gone like the wind.
My head,
Shot up in flames.
My soul,
Buried amongst my head and heart.
My eyes,
A clear fluid hard to miss.
My stomach,
A ball of knots.
My brain,
Simply dead.
My life,
Anxiety at its finest.
Shari Forman
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Shari Forman  New York
(New York)   
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