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do not tell me that my sickness is fake because I know all too well how it feels to be bound in chains only I can feel with a terror only I can sense vines around my throat muffling my cries and gasping for breath with plenty of air around
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
Faking It
do not tell me that my sickness is fake because I know all too well how it feels to be bound in chains only I can feel with a terror only I can sense vines around my throat muffling my cries and gasping for breath with plenty of air around
desolate-forest
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
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