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Breakdown.
Contributed by
faiton
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Thursday, 7th September 2006 @ 05:04:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Sometimes, you think youre going to snap.
You cant explain why
And its nigh on impossible for anyone else to understand.
You try to pass it off
As just one of those bouts of nervousness,
Or simply silly neurosis,
But deep down you know its something more ingrained than that,
Youve got the vomit stains on your shoes
Or trousers as proof.
It has no cause,
Not really.
Sometimes you can talk to her quite normally
As a friend,
And then those devils kick in.
Panic starts low down
Stomach churns.
A feeling of nausea swells your brain
And your eyes look frantically for an escape route.
But you know you mustnt escape.
The desire to scream overwhelms you.
This isnt funny anymore.
But its too late.
You feel your breakfast, lunch or tea on the move
Make your excuses
And leave.
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Re: Breakdown.
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by Spike on
Monday, 23rd October 2006 @ 05:52:10 AM AEST
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A wonderful, telling observation about impulses and social restraint. I have had these feelings too many times, and the physical distress is the distraction to avoid the social fau pax or 20-to-life.
Now that we've got that out of the way (disclosure-sharing-trust), let's talk about your childhood..........
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