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Blurry,

Your heart beats out of your chest,

Each breathe you take in is another on that take under,

Palms sweating

People screaming to make you stop,

You can no longer relax,

Everything is spinning,

You no longer feel anything,

Everything else is just BLURRY

Author- Andrea Alice Rose

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