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Dec 2018
Let me breakdown
the breakdown

The mind is consumed
You start seeing black and white
your body loses balance
your eyes are filled with tears
your nose is blocked
your throat feels tight
you ask yourself
"Why can't I fight?"

You feel pathetic as you fall to the ground
but have no will to get back up
You scream you shake
hoping to be saved
You either want to stay in the dark
or pray to see a spark

Time has passed
and you lay there
Like shattered glass

Not really sure what to do next
you realize that nothing has changed
So you get up
and go back to your daily parade

Slowly you tell yourself
"I don't want to go through that again."
And hope to sleep before past ten

The breakdown does not end there
This is what I'll share:

The rest is up to you and me
Hold my hand,
and together we'll break free

-Loulou
Anxiety attacks are not a sign of weakness it's a sign of being strong and brave for too long.
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bane of the bone  19/M
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