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Anxiety and Isolation.

Bite your tongue
till you begin to choke
on the blood still flooding your mouth.

Once pearly whites
stained now with coffee,
cigarettes and the precious bodily fluid.

Gnawed-down nails
dig into clammy palms.
Knuckles glow bone. Skin stretched tight.

Pain grows in the spine.
Fear leaves you trembling.
Bleeding out, growing weak,
senses narrowing…

All you want is to go home.

To be alone.

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