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Oct 2020
Shortness of breath, again
Tightness in chest, again

what's the point of all this stress
when it leads to another panic attack

what's the point of me trying to call you
when my hands just freeze at the screen

Shortness of breath, again
Tightness in chest, again

and again,

and again.
I just got a lot going on. My dreams don't let me rest.
Written by
Roman B
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