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My chest feels tight as a blindfold wrapped around my eyes, and when did it get so hot in here? Turn down the heat, someone, please get me a glass of water and a bucket, my stomach is turning, I feel like throwing up. Count: one, two, three, four my heart races, my breath comes hitched as the sound of pattering rain outside, where the wind whistles like the ringing in my ears. Am I the only one awake?
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Panicattack
My chest feels tight as a blindfold wrapped around my eyes, and when did it get so hot in here? Turn down the heat, someone, please get me a glass of water and a bucket, my stomach is turning, I feel like throwing up. Count: one, two, three, four my heart races, my breath comes hitched as the sound of pattering rain outside, where the wind whistles like the ringing in my ears. Am I the only one awake?
mel-harcum
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
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