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Dec 2014
In your bones, in your muscles
twitching restlessness.
That foul pit in your stomach
(oh God I'm gonna puke)
and your lungs can't keep up
and your mind races
races
races
And the real kicker
is that there's nothing
that you can do.
*nothing.
Please for the love of God be okay

Am I saying that to you or to myself?
Kara Jean
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Kara Jean
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