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Apr 2016
The fear moves in like a rising storm
Black and gnarled in shape and form
Caught in its grasp I struggle and fight
Inside I'm screaming with all my might
Why don't you hear me, can't you see
I'm a little girl lost who needs to be free.
My description of having a panic attack
Grimmest
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Grimmest  Ontario, Canada
(Ontario, Canada)   
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   Sam, ---, Aeerdna and mikev
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