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Panic sinks its teeth into my laboured lungs, my shortened breaths signalling their imminent collapse. Breathe in, breathe out I've been through this before. It's going to be alright, it's just a panic attack. Walking down the crowded street among the lucky extroverted souls, who can blind themselves with the cacophony created by a cold city's chaos. Keep my eyes trained on the ground, but keep a vigilant eye on the sidewalk behind, To be sure fear, won't ever catch up to me.
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
Introverted Soul
Panic sinks its teeth into my laboured lungs, my shortened breaths signalling their imminent collapse. Breathe in, breathe out I've been through this before. It's going to be alright, it's just a panic attack. Walking down the crowded street among the lucky extroverted souls, who can blind themselves with the cacophony created by a cold city's chaos. Keep my eyes trained on the ground, but keep a vigilant eye on the sidewalk behind, To be sure fear, won't ever catch up to me.
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
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