phobic

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By Anna Lorena

there was a darkness that swept over the mind a chill that grasped the spine as the heart beat a little quicker and the palms began to sweat fear it infiltrated because of something so simplistic so routine but also so phobic why? past experience deemed it so there was no way to avoid it but it hit hard and without mercy and no one to aid in keeping it at bay no one to talk to no on to dream on because the empty rooms of cyberspace only flashed black popup windows and dead phonelines disconected and disjointed as the phobic searched for someone to connect with literally and figuratively

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