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Quivering, afraid of the pain, A stalking predator ready to tear me apart, I cannot control my emotional beasts, They continue to claw their way through my heart
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
I Am Prey
Quivering, afraid of the pain, A stalking predator ready to tear me apart, I cannot control my emotional beasts, They continue to claw their way through my heart
Sometimes i feel like my crazy feelings are tangible living creatures. I know that sounds nutty but in a metaphorical sense. I am hunted by fear and frustration.
AmandaKayBurke
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30/F/Alaska
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
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