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You feel your chest heave But breath does not enter your lungs. As air flows around your balloons and into to your stomach, your lungs scream for your gut to share. Your windpipe feels like less of a pipe and more of a plug-- blocking the life force from entering, quickening your heartbeat. All because it's 8:13, which means: two hours until sleep two hours to fill I need to shower, still, two full hours two free hours work tomorrow but first, two whole hours to do... what? Shower, right. Two hours. Only two hours. Gotta make 'em count! But how? Two hours to fill I need to shower still two full hours two free hours Nervousness, why? Abstract, human-constructed time. Two whole hours still Only two hours to fill.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
Two Hours
You feel your chest heave But breath does not enter your lungs. As air flows around your balloons and into to your stomach, your lungs scream for your gut to share. Your windpipe feels like less of a pipe and more of a plug-- blocking the life force from entering, quickening your heartbeat. All because it's 8:13, which means: two hours until sleep two hours to fill I need to shower, still, two full hours two free hours work tomorrow but first, two whole hours to do... what? Shower, right. Two hours. Only two hours. Gotta make 'em count! But how? Two hours to fill I need to shower still two full hours two free hours Nervousness, why? Abstract, human-constructed time. Two whole hours still Only two hours to fill.
#anxiety#time#hours#hour#panic#attack#nervous#fear#fearful#sleep
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dandyb
35/Gender Fluid/American
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
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