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The heart pounding rapidly,

A rock in my gut,

Something is chocking me Firmly,

From inside-out;

The legs are way too restless even if they are weak.

To give them what they want,

I can’t give them what they need.

You may say it’s psychological,

I won’t disagree;

Because everything psychological is also biology.

Go ahead and keep talking in your hush little voice,

Because No words will sane either you or me;

You are incurable for your ignorance,

And I am incurable for my reckoning.

 

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