149 : sick

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the sensation floods my ribs and lower stomach
it's the feeling of gaping and grasping breathlessness
it's the constant emptiness and life insufficiency
ticking clocks would echo their knocks in my throat
moaning through the corridors of my body
slipping through knots of my trembling soul

heartbreak is a physical illness
or if feels as so

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