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Lip Disservice
Gauze in the throat
holding hostage...
stifled screams
reductions invade
with obstructions
deconstructing
& gagging my esteem
Lips faltering
limp scraps of felt flail
failing
flimsy and numb
Anxiety drums...
like Medusa optics
spying as I'm stunned
Gripping this rip
caught in my taught
constricted - restricted
lungs
Panic's bass chords - fevered - strum...
Manacles beset my tongue
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Social anxiety is a CUNT.
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