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Mar 2016
Panic attacks on top of anxiety
I'm in the fire, just fry me
The wolfs are circling my house
I'm feeling like a little grouse
Their howls are rattling my windows
The stress is starting to show
They're throwing their bodys against the door
I'm just laying here on the floor
If all they wanted was blood, that I could give them
I could give them enough blood to swim in
But they want more
Please someone lock the door
Made to deal with people I don't want to
So very much to do
And the panic ensues
I need a new pair of running shoes
So I could out run these *******
And there **** brothers
But alas that I can't do
And so anxiety grew and grew
Now I'm in panic mode
My soul is being sold
I just need someone to hold
Someone to be my shield
So I can be healed
**** this I'm going down
I'm drowning and there is no sound
No ripples on the water
No one will even know I faltered
Silence is all that will be left
I'll sink in with no regrets
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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