Anxious
Sweaty palms, nervous ticks,
shortness of breath and feeling sick.
Overwhelming sensation of doom,
the raging need to leave the room.
I want it to stop.
I want it to end.
I just want to be normal again.
Then I remember, and things become clear.
"Hold your breath, stop the fear"
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Maybe now I will be normal again...
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