Pani[c]omfort
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read

Even when my mind is clear
and my heart is warm,
I still feel like I’m missing a peace of my soul.
It’s almost like…
I crave the hurt, the pain, the brokenheartedness.
If the world isn’t crumbling down on me,
as if I lived my entire life wrong
Then
I feel empty.
My panic is my comfort because there is comfort in the panic.
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