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Anxiety Attack #137
dryheave like a cat- back twisted all up in the air. throw Up on the floor. Drool, snot. In my darkest hours I am. on the the closet floor gasping for air. up so high no one can hear my cries. completely and utterly alone. i hear people moving in the house.
Longing
never longed to be loved. longed to give love. pour love like hot wax, and light ablaze to burn forever until i burned out. never knew love to give.
we have nothing
you take everything. you even take the one thing you were interested in. so we have nothing.
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