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Nov 2014
This continuum of anxiety
itching at my lungs
choking for air
like its intangible
distantly shouting
for me to come catch it
the breath
the life
you ****** right out of me
the energy that you drained
from my
as you begged for me to
then left me dry and
at the gate
where my demons
waiting for me
to crumble in their
ash writhing
I am not falling apart. I will escape this.
Shanon Lee
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Shanon Lee
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