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My shaky hands delicately hold a cigarette while the waves crash against my skull so that I can no longer think. I will take another puff in hopes it will make the waves subside so I can fall into a slumber that will fight the storm inside my mind.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
never ending storm
My shaky hands delicately hold a cigarette while the waves crash against my skull so that I can no longer think. I will take another puff in hopes it will make the waves subside so I can fall into a slumber that will fight the storm inside my mind.
#anxiety#sleep#scared#storm#cigarettes#attack
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
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