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Feb 2014
The breaking point where one snaps
The world seems so red out here
It’s a freight train running through my head
I’ve been here before, beyond pain
Your wall is blocking me out
I can’t taste you anymore
My hands have gone numb
I’m experiencing tunnel vision
My body is shaking violently
Hyperventilation is keeping me
From crying out,
“Please don’t go”
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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