Tag: not cool

i don’t know who i am anymore

I stepped out the room chocking on a child in my throat. Entrapped and claustrophobic. Impatient. I swallow to push her back. Her hands force my jaws to part before I could reach the car door. She screams. She wails. It was more of a shriek that came out of

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