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Jan 8,2019; 11:22am
My sides burn
Like eyes are burning into every cell of it
Between my eyebrows are tense
In an unknown anger
My stomach has ghost peppers
Riding a looping roller coaster
Through a gang of butterflies
My back has cracked so many times
That each pop adds another insecurity
Into the polluted puddle of muscle in my skull
My eyes are tired
Tired of holding the tears that...
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