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2d
it comes more often now,
the shaking,
the crying,
the desperate search for air.

something small,
something others may laugh off,
cracks me wide open,
it hurts,
God, it hurts,
to drown in my own chest.

and still,
I can't cry in front of anyone.
too scared they'll see me break,
so I break
alone.
alia
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alia  14/F/:p
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