Anxiety I swallow hard the shaky, awkward silence it goes down like a razor cutting through the safety of my cocoon, opens me to the dizzying darkness, my heart pounding like a wild beast in the cage of my chest while a belly full of raging butterflies explodes within ~ their sharp, heavy wings scrapping my insides eager…
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No wind or wing but only a hope and a dream…
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