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Panic Attacks


It starts low in the abdomen Clenches, tenses, aches Until it's nearly impossible to breath! When your heart starts racing When your breathing shallows and quickens When all you can think about is the Fear, Anxiety, and the Hopelessness of it all That's when you feel like dying...
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