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I'm buried within the madness        that collects within every                                        breath... Realizing that with ever exhalation that it feels like your last weave. But its not, its just another motion of an illness that others never see. But judge,             I have fibromyalgia. And every breath is woven in pain.
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
Pain Hidden Beneath
I'm buried within the madness        that collects within every                                        breath... Realizing that with ever exhalation that it feels like your last weave. But its not, its just another motion of an illness that others never see. But judge,             I have fibromyalgia. And every breath is woven in pain.
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
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