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i clutch the glass tight in my hand
gritted teeth
pounding heart
fastened breath
the whispers are deafening
anxiety sucks
it always sucks
right, left, right
my eyes glance here and there
as if finding a way to escape
escape from this suffocating cage
it has me gasping for air
it has me wrecked in tears
it has me taken all over
and is always there at my worst.
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Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
