Crush

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He
enters the room

I tremble with

anxiety

Why?

Why does this man’s thoughts about

Me, control how I act? How I

Think?

I think.

His

invisible rope lassoed around me

Is cutting off

circulation to my

brain.
Can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t

Talk.
If I could, what would I

Say, to make him see

me.





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