Busy by OWEN NEIL CAMARILLO (draft)
I lied and said I was busy.
I was busy;
but not in a way most people understand.
I was busy taking deeper breathes.
I was busy silencing irrational thoughts.
I was busy calming a racing heart.
I was busy telling myself I am okay.
Sometimes, this is my busy—
And I will not apologize for it.
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