Anxious

Thu, 12/12/2013 - 21:33 -- MayaVB3

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"

COUNT TO TEN

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Maybe now I will be normal again...

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