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Sep 2014
I gasp, my lungs deflated
Hands like an uncontrolled orbit,
Reach,
Grab,
Hold,
Nothing but air,
My tunnels isn't
Light,
Its
Stars,
of
Darkness,
The world not still
Rotating faster,
Like it wishes me
Of this ride...
I crave
Life,
Breath,
Live,
A moment longer
Can this be it,
Chest tightening
Inhale,
Slowly,
Breath,Β Β 
With what lungs are left
And the air slowly returns,
Breath,
Breath,
Breathe,
Comes from where was none
I sit head between my legs.
It feels like the worlds entire
Weight were on me,
**These dreaded panic attacks.
Not the nicest things to have quiet scary sometimes
Poetic T
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