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Sep 2014
I'm choking,
I'm choking,
I'm choking,
on thoughts
and fears
and already failed
careers.
My heart is bursting,
it's bursting,
it's bursting,
so it can rip out my chest
through my once bullet proof vest.
My hands are numb,
so numb,
so numb,
so when they try to reach out,
they feel nothing but doubt.
I'm so cold,
so hot,
so cold,
so hot,
I once knew what I was,
but it seems now I do not.
I'm not me,
I'm not me,
I'm not me,
and I don't know where I am,
if I'm woman or man,
if I can't or I can,
if I should run or I've ran,
but BAM -

What was that?
Written by
Molly Hughes
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