Panic

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Heart pounding and head spinning,

Every day, the anxiety is winning.

Shaky legs and blurry vision,

I try to keep calm with an antsy precision.

Deep breaths and count to ten,

Can this be over? Tell me when.

Fine on the outside, chaos within,

Fear tauntingly creeps beneath my skin.  

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