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You stand on a thin line
Your mood flips with a hard hock
Your chest holds fear of being left
Your thoughts move faster than you want
You pull people close
You push them away when doubt hits
You feel heat rise in one breath
You try to slow the storm inside you
You search for a steady point
You hold small wins through the day
You learn your triggers with time
You fight to stay grounded when it shake


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