LXXI

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I like that my breathing becomes
even slower and periodically stops.
My frontal lobe becomes unresponsive
and loosens along with my knees.
The shaking becomes uncontrollable
but it doesn't matter when
escaping to the place where
words possess no meaning
and tears replace eyeliner
is incredibly simple.

- "It Helps"

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