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Jan 26
I leave the phone on,
when I should shut it off,
' cause i keep thinking maybe you'll call. Maybe you'll text and say
just the right thing,

I don't know what that would be,
but it could happen,
finally
you might think of a way to tell me the words that could fix everything.

Help me breathe

help me sleep

Your words could fix me , again.


And I wish you would,
but I know you won't,
and when I should shut off my phone,
I'll leave it on,


just for a little hope.
Having some panic attacks the last few days, and they seem to be getting worse....
I don't know what to do about them and I don't really know why I'm having them all of the sudden either, really.. but like everything else, trying to write my way through it
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