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Panic Attack

In the depths of morning sun, anxiety takes hold.


I know it isn't real

I know I am not going to die.

But I cannot breathe, my airways constricted.

My head, like a scribble.

From thought to thought I cry.


I know it isn't real

I know I am not going to die.

Breathe, panic, breathe, death.

My heart, like thunder, burning in my chest.

From thought to thought I fight.


I know it isn't real

I know I am not going to die.

I ground myself.

I know it isn't real.

It was a panic attack.

I am ok.



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