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Jul 2013
everything narrows into a tunnel and
                       explodes.
whole body, buzzing.            the air vibrates like it can't decide
where
             to
                       sit.
what is breathing? what is thinking?
tickticktickticktick

they're all
dancing

it's too much.
this is about a panic attack I had while on *******.
Frankie T
Written by
Frankie T  Barcelona
(Barcelona)   
370
   --- and Gary Muir
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