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Feb 2017
The darkness swoops in, becoming a shell;
it envelopes me – a feeling I know all too well.
I’m breathing in to the count of ten, but the air won’t make its way to my lungs,
instead they’re filling with the weight of water and my head is banging like drums.
My eyesight becomes indistinct, my head becomes dizzy and my body is slowly incapacitated;
I collapse with the panic wrapped around me like a blanket that keeps me captivated.
Shay
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Shay  27/F
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