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Rated: E · Prose · Biographical · #1972383

How I feel most nights...

When the sun enters the sea
I grow so cold
I feel so lost

When my mind races
My stomach gets cold
My my chest pressing my lungs

I tremble
A scream inside
a scream which I try to abide

But when you can't accept
Because you're afraid
Of the monster you hide

What to do?

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