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Mar 2017
Anxiety, pressure in my chest.Β Β Can I breathe? My heart beating faster, hard enough to hurt. Racing thoughts in my head. Closing in on myself like claustrophobia, but its my own body that is too small. My fear too large, I'm concave not convex, like a sinkhole but I've got nowhere to go...
I can't escape. I become overwhelmed and I begin to shake. The air takes on a different feel. Is this the vibration of fear? It wiggles through me, a tingling upon and through my flesh. There's a gushing in my ears. Why is it so hard just to live?
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Nekhbet Hermit  28/F
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