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Apr 2014
I have never hated
myself more than when

my traitorous heart
raced, when my lungs drew
gasping, shallow breaths that dried
my mouth and made me
feel like I was choking on
the taste of ****** metal, when

I allowed my shoulders
to heave, when I allowed
myself to tremble, when

I couldn't stop my head
from twitching slightly
to the right before
jerking back into place (again,
and again, and
again), when

all you needed
was a pair of arms to hold
you against a steady heartbeat,
the rhythm of calm
breath against which you
could time your own, and
someone else to be
the most okay person in the room.
Written April 27, 2014
Eliana
Written by
Eliana  Israel
(Israel)   
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