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Suddenly my nails are the most interesting thing in the world the room becomes smaller it starts to whirl my hand's sweat, my mouth dry, feel like I'm gonna hurl the buzz from my drink not enough to keep my calm I curl my toes and take a breath hope to god no one knows, that the anxiety doesn't show I hold my breath and look around the room feels like I'm drowning in a sea of familiar faces My friends faces as foreign as those of strangers
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
Panic
Suddenly my nails are the most interesting thing in the world the room becomes smaller it starts to whirl my hand's sweat, my mouth dry, feel like I'm gonna hurl the buzz from my drink not enough to keep my calm I curl my toes and take a breath hope to god no one knows, that the anxiety doesn't show I hold my breath and look around the room feels like I'm drowning in a sea of familiar faces My friends faces as foreign as those of strangers
For those who get anxiety or panic attacks in public i feel you
emmakf
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
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