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well anyways

this is depression

when you try to curl your legs so close to your chest that you can no longer hear yourself breathing

this is the moment when you either puke or pass out

i over think and regret every sudden movement i have ever made whether it brought me closer or farther to you.

folks, we're at the panic stage,

please keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times,

be careful,

hold tight,

and although i know i'm not responsible for the fight or flight feeling in my chest

i still feel like i could have prevented it by

******* pretending you meant everything you meant to me up until a year ago

six months ago

a week ago

****

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