I know how the feeling goes.I can feel it coming, the depression.
It starts with a pit in your stomach and then it grows.
It travels up your chest and into your throat and you're biting your lips.
The feeling becomes heavy and then it explodes.
It starts with a sob and then tears and then you are grabbing at your shirt trying to make it stop as the feelings come crashing back.
Its trauma, heartache, all running back as you try to compose yourself.
But it's too late the feeling has escaped and it takes time to reign them back in.
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