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Jan 14
Eyes wont shut,
chaos in the mind,
curled up on the bed,
trembling hands,
and cold feet.

Thinking so deep,
but trying not to,
all the good ones,
and the bad ones,
start and end with you.

Head throbs,
sharp pain like,
a dagger piercing,
lump in the throat
and unable to breathe.

An escape,
into the darkness,
and the unknown,
to be in oblivion,
is all I desire for.
Jess
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Jess  28/F
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