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Sep 2014
Panic
Is something I know all too well
It starts in the deepest part of your stomach
Then starts to grow the more you suppress it.
It flows through your veins
Like a vile poison
Spreading with every beat of your heart.
Then you realize that your heart is beating too fast
Your head starts to spin
The edges of your vision start to become dark
And the darkness begins to spread.
You try to breathe
But no matter how hard you try
You cannot take in the oxygen.
It makes you break into a cold sweat
And your chest tightens
Then you forget how to function altogether.
Yes I know what panic is
And it has the power to destroy me.
I wrote this after having a panic attack that laster for several hours
Kyle Miller
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