‘lost’

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Pause...A moment when all noise is silenced. My heart pumps with a slow deep rhythm. Each pulse echos throughout my body.    
Fear of Losing Myself    The mirror is fogged. I can’t see the startled face reflected, caught mid-scream. Where am I?  I pound the glass only for it to break. Flimsy.
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