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Nov 2014
From where I am.
Under the stars.
In the fresh night air.
Buzzing sounds.
Flashing lights.
Sounds drowning.
Worlds twisting.
Amidst the thundering world.
My mind swirls,
and I begin to hurl.
Then everything stops.
No more.
Lips bitten.
Tongue swollen.
Eyes ******.
Heart breaking.
Hands shaking.
I begin to go numb.
My view crashes.
Locked onto the ground.
Stuck,
frozen,
crippled,
unable to move.
Only able to think.
Possibly feel,
but too empty.
Blinking,
stuttering,
convulsing.
Save me.
Help me.
Someone.
Screaming.
Opens my eyes.
Closes the door.
Walks back into my room.
Maybe I'll try tomorrow.
The Social anxiety that people have to deal with, that even thinking about being around others makes them too sick to leave their own room.
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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