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A heartbroken question rips my heart.
I question my every move,
Every. Little. Step.
How much more should I do?
How much more am I doing
The wrong thing.
Blatantly.

You don’t even need to tell me more.
How you feel like in my heart line
You’ve dropped below base.
How everyone else has gone above and beyond.
You are sitting there in the darkness of my chambers,
Waiting for the next beat to send you
Coursing through my body

But I block you.

I fear you doing so.
If you go there what will become of me?
Of my barriers I have so carefully erected?
Will I become the weak person I loathe,
and dread?

If you get the chance to swim within my veins
Will I still be me?
What will people say?
So many questions.
So little answers.
So little time.
So much pain, and remorse.
So much worry.

Anxiety quickens.
My mind slows
My stomach twists
My eyes drop
My body stiffens
And I wonder, not for the first time,
If I am dead.