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In panic mode A bottled up feeling Is trying to get out Through a hole She’s ripping Between my skin And my spine. She feels like A wave of burning A wave of scared A need to keep Busy hands moving. My body is on fire The smoke is choking me, Hard.
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
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In panic mode A bottled up feeling Is trying to get out Through a hole She’s ripping Between my skin And my spine. She feels like A wave of burning A wave of scared A need to keep Busy hands moving. My body is on fire The smoke is choking me, Hard.
#panic#anxiety#messy
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
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