This poem is titled in the long and verbose manner of a pop-punk song from the mid to late 2000s

Alliteration isn't cheesy Not for me. When I use words to stave off the clutching squeeze of A panic attack I can write: "There is pressure on my chest and I feel anxious." or "Pain presses me into purgatorial prayers." Alliteration becomes the stutter into which I Skid to a stop

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