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i inhale sharply;
4:44 once again.
existential dread.
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brittany schmidt
starry-eyed human with romance tangled in her hair; probably off napping somewhere.
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a week in july
tuesday. i’m fine. i sit at work, clinging to my desk. i’m fine. i remember your voice on the phone. i spiral. i cry alone over the lunch hour./have you been crying?/my boss is annoyed that i can’t control my anxiety like she can./an invisible fiend i can’t get off my back/i leave work.
By brittany schmidt 2 years ago in Poets
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I came to tell you this was extremely ‘relatable.’ I’m not surprised there is already a comment that proved that more than one person had this word come to mind. :)
<3 Relatable! (3:33 for me)