journal forty-four.

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what is this feeling?

i can’t help but know i’ve been here before

it’s all too familiar

those things crawling in my skin

i’m alone but fear i can’t move

i can’t be seen?

breathing gets harder

but i don’t know why

and i’m trying to think

i’m trying to place it

what is this?

these chills?

i want to escape

but escape what?

what?

what?

so let me sit,

in old music, endlessly playing

in the comfort of darkness

i wait for this feeling

to pass through me

and pray i make it

to the other side

Published by Brittany Given

Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around.

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