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Apr 2014
I pound on the glass,
that is suddenly separating us,
it stays solid, unmoving,
I am screaming,
but my words reach no ears,
the fear, is in the air,
it’s all around me,
suffocating me,
you say,
there's nothing wrong,
you are right here,
but the glass,
it’s encasing me,
help help,
I am yelling,
but still you do not hear,
your face is twisted,
worried,
I can’t reach you,
I can’t tell you,
this feeling of,
utter,
panic
Inspired by Panic Attacks.
Cade
Written by
Cade  Nightvale
(Nightvale)   
469
   ElizabethS
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