When I write this Sweat slides down my side Even though it’s Shy of fifty outside.
When I write this
Sweat slides down my side 
Even though it’s 
Shy of fifty outside. 



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caseymariecharl 23| how to feel when you’re numb
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Writing is my emotional outlet so I figured when something traumatic happened, words would just flow. They don’t.

When I write this Sweat slides down my side Even though it’s Shy of fifty outside.

My skeleton shakes Unsure if it’s anxiety Or the obscene amount of coffee I drank.

One stanza, Two, three, Rip repeat Waiting for my words To rub the page raw Trying to write My wrongs Shit,I think I just stole A sentence from that Lana song

It’s like I’m racing my mind To find the perfect Finish line But my thoughts Drift off And get caught to you Every time.

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