i’m certain that
there were times that
it gets harder, and harder
to breathe
my chest tightens
and it gets harder, and harder
to stay still
my mind is in disarray
i feel like i’ve been spun a thousand times
and left there at the middle of it all
with knees about to give up
and hands flailing everywhere
i see looks of disgust and dismay
i hear voices that’s too hard to recognize
too hard to understand
like in a busy street
or inside my head even
i know the answer to this question
that i’ve asked a million times
“after every storm, there is a rainbow”
a light so blinding
everything in sight turns to black
it stops when i stop
it ends when i


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