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Nov 2013
I always sit with my legs tucked under my ****.
My arms are as close to my body as they can be.
I can always feel my shoulders caving in on me.
The thoughts in my brain are expanding.
But my head is only so big, and can only hold so much.

I feel tight.
All the time.
Like everything
is inches away
from me.
It causes me
to push people
away until
I can't
see them
anymore.

Mythoughtscomeoutlikethis
anddontmakesense
butstil­lmanagetomakemefeel
upsetandsadandangry.

Maybe someday I'll feel normal again.

But I don't know what normal really is.
CV
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CV  MN
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