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TW: Panic attack, anxiety mention, bomb

It's like a bomb.
It's not gone.
But it can seem like it at times.
Sometimes it'll count down.
Sometimes the count down is a lie tho.
5
4
3
2
9
2
1
15
Sometimes it goes off at random.
But instead of an explanation of flames?
It's tears.
Running down my face.
I end up falling on the floor.
Curling myself into a ball.
Hoping to be in my bed once I open my eyes again.
I really hate my bomb.
I immagine most people hate theirs too.
But what is this metaphorical bomb?
It's anxiety.







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