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Nov 2012
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?
Lauren Denning
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