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I sit in  my room

   a tortured soul

My head in my hands

   making faces,

   gutteral noises spew from my mouth

I blow air out,

   HARD,

Trying to decompress,

   trying to stop my head from spinning,

   my heart from racing

If I pray, why worry?

   but I do PRAY

And still can't seem to master

   "One Day At A Time"

This isn't where I was supposed to be,

   but all my best thinking

   put me here

I feel as though at any moment

   I may implode

Leaving me a crumpled mass

   a spot on the floor

Waiting to be swept away