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Pauline Morris Apr 2016
Get me out of here I'm posed to run
Muscles as tense as a rubber band strung
In the middle of this horde of people, I'm just done

My mind is racing, plot my best chance at escape
Eyes darting and seeking, my emotions are being *****
Like nails across a chalkboard being scraped

Please let me through, let me go
This raising feeling of terror, you just don't know
I must be released before I put on a spastic show

I'm trying to contain these feelings
You have no idea with what I am dealing
Suffocation is what I am concealing

Let me out , let me run, let me be
The panic is rising in me
Please, oh please, I'll even plea

Leave the groceries in the cart
Burst through the doors, thats just the start
Trying not to sprint though the lot

Safely inside my vehicle, doors locked
These emotions seek me out, I'm stalked
if I'd stayed in there any longer, they would've been outlining me in chalk

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