Anxiously
My chest tightens,
Heart races.
The ability to breath
Escapes me
Im grasping at straws
To regain some
Self control.
Im loosing myself
In dread,
Things are at a
Fever pitch,
Climbing to the ******
Of self doubt.
Can I do this?
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
Anxiously
My chest tightens,
Heart races.
The ability to breath
Escapes me
Im grasping at straws
To regain some
Self control.
Im loosing myself
In dread,
Things are at a
Fever pitch,
Climbing to the ******
Of self doubt.
Can I do this?
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