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I sit at that laminated wood table

The sound of laughter fills the air

I hear two drinks clack together

And the sound of a friend's embrace

The grins of the happy feel like gut punches

And I wish I could run away

But I don't know where I'm at anymore

Fluorescent lights make me nauseous

I feel it....

It consumes me once again

I quickly shove my head into my arms

And my chest begins to tighten

I feel the tears march down my face

It's time to take their post

A motherly voice calls out to me

"Take care of yourself"