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Break Time

I have learned to stop
when that warm feeling begins
to grow
deep down
in the pit of my chest

you know the feeling
screaming stop
when you’ve reached your limit
no matter whatever it is
you’re out of patience
cultivating a mass of frustration
rising
spreading
consuming your body
hijacking your mind

I have learned to stop and take a break
before destruction begins.
River 5/17
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