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repetitive two- or three- word phrases are the outer limit of my vocabulary when all i can hear is my pulse in my throat and my hands and legs rattling against the floorboards. my back is spiraling into itself, searching for my stomach, for my lungs, searching for a reason for this suffocating pain and imminent death. my eyes can't settle on any single object, because everything is fragile and i'm afraid to watch anything break- maybe it's because i watched you break, i watched my words break your trust, i watched my actions wreck your beliefs. a few minutes later, when the attack passes and i'm alone on my bedroom floor, i detach my arms from around my knees, shove myself up with whatever strength i can muster, and scrub yesterday's makeup from the bags under my eyes. someday i'll look back on this and i'll see that i was a warrior. a warrior with holes in my armor. a paladin without a proper breastplate, lacking the internal systems that offer refuge during something as simple as a panic attack.
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
flaws in composure are flaws in armor
repetitive two- or three- word phrases are the outer limit of my vocabulary when all i can hear is my pulse in my throat and my hands and legs rattling against the floorboards. my back is spiraling into itself, searching for my stomach, for my lungs, searching for a reason for this suffocating pain and imminent death. my eyes can't settle on any single object, because everything is fragile and i'm afraid to watch anything break- maybe it's because i watched you break, i watched my words break your trust, i watched my actions wreck your beliefs. a few minutes later, when the attack passes and i'm alone on my bedroom floor, i detach my arms from around my knees, shove myself up with whatever strength i can muster, and scrub yesterday's makeup from the bags under my eyes. someday i'll look back on this and i'll see that i was a warrior. a warrior with holes in my armor. a paladin without a proper breastplate, lacking the internal systems that offer refuge during something as simple as a panic attack.
kally
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
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