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Jun 2022
I feel the panic rise in my stomach
I breathe in and out
I count everything blue
I look at her speak but don’t hear the words
I swallow the lump in my throat
I suppress the urge to run
I hold one hand in the other to still them
I am here, I am safe, I am whole
I am here, I am safe, I am whole
But I’m none of these things, not really.
Written by
Kyra  21/F/Nowhere in particular
(21/F/Nowhere in particular)   
       SiouxF, guy scutellaro, ryn, Eloisa, TSPoetry and 1 other
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