“Blood Pressure”
My chest tightens,
I ball my fists,
Stubborn tears threaten to escape,
The temperature rises,
Something is clawing its way out
It’s inevitable
It’s erupting
Jaw clenched,
“I’m not weak,”
My voice cracks.
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Author:
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- Category: Sad
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