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Oct 2013
My fear inside...
Rips through my flesh.
It's brings my deamons right out of my chest.
I can hardly breath.
My hands start to shake.
I wish I could get out of theses chains.
My hearts beating fast.
I have no escape.
Please God ,someone help me.
I can feel it, this dismay.
I'm up on stage.
Everyone can see me.
I can hear them,
they are all talking trash.
Makeing me feel like a discarded ash.
I have a acute case of social phobia. nuff said. enjoy :)
Becca DeMateo
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Becca DeMateo  25/F/Salisbury, NC
(25/F/Salisbury, NC)   
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