A BIRD IN A CAGE, BEATING ITS WINGS FRANTICALLY AGAINST THE SIDES OF ITS METAL PRISON. THAT’S WHAT MY HEART FEELS LIKE DURING A PANIC ATTACK. I SPEND MY ENTIRE DAY WITH ACID IN MY VEINS, A VICE AROUND MY WINDPIPE AND A HEART THAT DOESN’T KNOW IF IT WANTS TO BEAT OR NOT. HOME ISN’T EVEN SAFE BECAUSE I’M ALONE. BUT WHEN HE COMES IN THAT DOOR, WHEN HE TOUCHES MY ARM, MY BACK, EVERYTHING ELSE GOES AWAY, AND FOR A LITTLE WHILE, EVERYTHING IS OKAY.

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