3:30 pm
there is nothing worse -
nothing worse than your
lungs constricting,
your heart beginning
to ram against your chest
and your throat closing in.
my crystal eyes glimmered with tears
and my
anxiety
took
over.
i ran out of class,
and to the bathroom
before anyone would see me cry.
i'm gonna fail i'm gonna fail i'm gonna fail.
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
