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Jun 2014
Sweet smells reach my nose bitter
my body feels the terror before my heart does
then pain squeezes my heart before a thought can
formulate the memory

my body can remember faster than my mind
so I hide the shaking it does till I can catch up

this room seems empty to everyone else
but it's full to me
too full
I can hear the whispers of hate in here    
lies and shame
anger fighting righteous anger

it's pressing down on me so if I
reach out for your hand and you feel my fingers
intertwined with yours

I am just trying to anchor myself to the truth.
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