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I can't breathe, I can't speak, I can't think or see, Overwhelmed and anxious, my breath stabbing I'm my chest, words catching in my throat, thoughts building in my head. There's no calming down or touching the ground. There's no way to escape. There's no way to get out. Anxiety. I feel it, bubbling inside of me, robbing me blind of sense and clarity. I hope with my whole heart to escape your grasp.
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