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My heart is beating fast
And it feels like my breath won't last;
And even though my organs seem frozen
My stomach seem to work just fine
Because I don't want to eat
And I don't
But it still feels like I'm going to throw up.
Perhaps throw up the acid
That my stomach seems to be eaten by.
Perhaps throw up the words.
Perhaps even cry.
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「 poems 」
PoetryWhat's in here? Oh man, I bet you could never guess it unless you read it. Not like it's in the title or something, oh noes. or Poems I write when I just feel like it. (Warnings: Swear words, angst, and vast amounts of sadness.)
