I've been pacing back and forth. Trying to control my breathing. Like something's clutching my chest, cracking me from the inside out.
That's exactly how it feels.
These thoughts I assumed I had conquered long ago, somehow resurrected to taunt me, shaking me in circles searching surfaces, eyes darting, and I can not find what medicine will cure me.
Fuck, even just a band-aid would help.
It's only been a week and here I am, walking on that thin ledge, emotional winds gusting around my ankles. Threatening to take me down if I don't let them into my lungs, permeate my blood, cells and soul.
It's a dead scream, the way that wind howls.
I want to go home before I tear myself to pieces.
Holding my breath, gnawing my bones.
Just let me be alone.
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