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i sit in my car Waiting at the same red light as yesterday and probably tomorrow and my chest actually hurts feels churned over like butter (though usually when i speak of butter it's in good light) i'm in the jungle in the woods in the ocean but no matter what i'm me that's a hard thing to realize over and over again in the same moment "hold onto something" when my chest hurts so bad my heart has no room to live the light finally turns no more anticipating I can finally breathe again
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
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i sit in my car Waiting at the same red light as yesterday and probably tomorrow and my chest actually hurts feels churned over like butter (though usually when i speak of butter it's in good light) i'm in the jungle in the woods in the ocean but no matter what i'm me that's a hard thing to realize over and over again in the same moment "hold onto something" when my chest hurts so bad my heart has no room to live the light finally turns no more anticipating I can finally breathe again
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
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