I wish I had my journal with me...
Mad, my reflexes are in conflict...
Blog or text...
Reluctant to do either
I need to write, to release, to be free...
The door I tried to open was shut amid assumptions and the frustration has become an acidic ball
Caught behind my larynx...
Strangling
I want my journal...
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