Hole Of S**tA Poem by Hilary HuddlestonSickness.Spinning. Then falling. My stomach pitching back and forth. My breathing has taken on a pattern. In. Out. In. Out. Concentrating. Numb all over. Scared. Scared of something that isn't there.
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