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Aug 2022
Cold sweat breaks
my breath draws thin
Can’t think straight
what I’m doing
Hesitate, my mouth is dry
I’m afraid that I might die

Mind warped by poisonous thoughts
cut to the quick & distraught

Sickness feeling in my gut,
cold with fear, but burning up
Legs start shaking, knees they knock
nerves are fraying, round the clock

Mind warped by poisonous thoughts
Cut to the quick & distraught

Brainwaves send me out a fax
stop me dead right in my tracks
My endorphins are diseased
feed on my low self esteem

Mind warped by poisonous thoughts
Cut to the quick & distraught
Darrell Howland
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Darrell Howland  46/M/London
(46/M/London)   
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