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May 2014
sweaty palms
legs made of wood
my mouth agape
but no words
so i nod
yeah, i'm okay
twitchy fingers
brain made of static
my eyes restless
blinking wildly
i'm alright, i promise
clenched toes
skin made of steel
my heart resting
on a bowl of nails
i'm fine
my ribs are shaking but
i'm fine
my ears are ringing but
i'm fine
my bones are breaking but
im fine
i'm fine

(but maybe
if you'd ask me
one more time...)
why do we insist on being ''alright'' all the time?
Kurt Kanawa
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Kurt Kanawa  Living Inside of My Head
(Living Inside of My Head)   
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