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If I could make the sound of cortisol pumping through my veins, it would sound like quarantine Empty, but full of fear Tired, but unable to stop moving Alone, but surrounded by whispers And here I am, stressed about homework
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC
Cortisol
If I could make the sound of cortisol pumping through my veins, it would sound like quarantine Empty, but full of fear Tired, but unable to stop moving Alone, but surrounded by whispers And here I am, stressed about homework
Being at home is still hard. I miss seeing people.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC
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