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Oct 2014
Heart beat
twice as fast
sitting in a car
with tears running down my face.

Puffy eyes
red lines
laying on the floor
clutching my head.

I hear people say
I'm faking it
that I'll get over it,
and all I can say is
I really wish I was
and I will.
I hate these god forsaken pills
and that I'll get over it
because all these thoughts
and second guesses.
I hate it,
and I want it
gone.
Just someone being rude to me today when I had a breakdown. Had to write about it
Brandon Navarro
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