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Almost-dry, sticky-wet mess of tears in tracks that catch the light over your cheek. or struggles for breath as your mind caves in on itself and boxes in your lungs. or a mind so rushed and roughed and torn at the edges that is shudders along at a speed too fast for even fingertips to brush you're a mess, aren't you a mess you're a mess god you're a mess you're a mess (breathe) you're a mess (you're a mess)
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
4 in, hold for 7, out for 8
Almost-dry, sticky-wet mess of tears in tracks that catch the light over your cheek. or struggles for breath as your mind caves in on itself and boxes in your lungs. or a mind so rushed and roughed and torn at the edges that is shudders along at a speed too fast for even fingertips to brush you're a mess, aren't you a mess you're a mess god you're a mess you're a mess (breathe) you're a mess (you're a mess)
The title is a recommended breathing exercise for panic attacks.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
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