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Dec 2010
I stutter
I shake
I sweat
Until this attack has passed
I fumble
I struggle
For breath
This one may be my last
You take hold
I breathe
I'm calm
Put my anxiety right to sleep
I need you
These pills
Were wrong
But you, my new Xanax, I'll keep
Written by
Anthony Duvalle
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