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Knives slicing the back of my throat. Can't swallow the thinnest air. Face red, dripping sweat, forgetting to breathe. Vision blurry, voices tuned out. I feel as if I'm going to pass out. Face burning, knowing it's slowly but surely becoming brighter. Nervously, I look down. Hiding my face. Mentally chocking myself, yet screaming to breathe. My stomach drops, my heart beats faster, I am a complete disaster. Anxiety is nothing but a monster.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Monster
Knives slicing the back of my throat. Can't swallow the thinnest air. Face red, dripping sweat, forgetting to breathe. Vision blurry, voices tuned out. I feel as if I'm going to pass out. Face burning, knowing it's slowly but surely becoming brighter. Nervously, I look down. Hiding my face. Mentally chocking myself, yet screaming to breathe. My stomach drops, my heart beats faster, I am a complete disaster. Anxiety is nothing but a monster.
moonlover
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
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