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#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry #291 - Head or Heart?

Today I thought of you and my breath caught in my throat.
Choking me.
Leaving me incapable of breathing.
That feeling I had,
Was so foreign-a-language to even the most familiar parts of my soul, my heart.
What have you done to me?
Explain this.
Whatever it is.
Explain it.
... Because I find that I am terrified.

-Y. Salmon

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