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i had a headache when i walked into class and even though you were at the opposite end of the classroom, it felt as though glass was crushing against the back of my skull and there were spots of black and blue and bruises in my eyes and i couldn't feel anything but the bile in my throat, not even my lungs could tell if i was breathing when i fell into the darkness which people often call the pseudonym of "passing out" and my instructor shook me awake, pulling me from the depths of the unfeeling (and how i longed to remain there), i couldn't answer the question of "why" and simply stated the cause to be dehydration instead of panic. you attempted to make eye contact with me whilst people had me ingest water against the currents of the bile and i just can't look at you without succumbing to all things you might've read about panic disorders and ptsd and lonely women and sometimes there's this wound nestled in my chest and it refuses to heal properly because you make me feel loneliness in the worst of ways. i don't want this. i don't need you. i never did.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
on fainting and bruised eyes
i had a headache when i walked into class and even though you were at the opposite end of the classroom, it felt as though glass was crushing against the back of my skull and there were spots of black and blue and bruises in my eyes and i couldn't feel anything but the bile in my throat, not even my lungs could tell if i was breathing when i fell into the darkness which people often call the pseudonym of "passing out" and my instructor shook me awake, pulling me from the depths of the unfeeling (and how i longed to remain there), i couldn't answer the question of "why" and simply stated the cause to be dehydration instead of panic. you attempted to make eye contact with me whilst people had me ingest water against the currents of the bile and i just can't look at you without succumbing to all things you might've read about panic disorders and ptsd and lonely women and sometimes there's this wound nestled in my chest and it refuses to heal properly because you make me feel loneliness in the worst of ways. i don't want this. i don't need you. i never did.
get away from me get away from me get away get away
#heartbreak#depression#worry#eyes#abuse#anxiety#relationships#personal#ptsd#fainting
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
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