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My lungs will not contract For air does not exist Within this dimension Where I see my hands and wrists My legs My feet But no-one else around me Everything blurs Maybe for the tears Maybe for the lack of oxygen I shake and quiver Scream with no sound For I cannot breathe
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Panic Attack
My lungs will not contract For air does not exist Within this dimension Where I see my hands and wrists My legs My feet But no-one else around me Everything blurs Maybe for the tears Maybe for the lack of oxygen I shake and quiver Scream with no sound For I cannot breathe
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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