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Mar 2014
A palpable panic erupts as the gravity of my solitude becomes apparent
A state so unsettling as it rarely finds you
The buzzing and the ringing and the alarms that forever follow
Rarely fade and allow you to be alone
Blunt and primitive realities set in
And panic is replaced by an edifying sense of truly existing
Written by
Anna Catterall
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