Panic (@emmaallen989)

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The walls are closing in

The lights seem to dim

At my throat, panic grips

At my clothes, panic rips

Faces merge and blur

Voices fade and slur

Breathing becomes shallow, quicker with each breath

Drowning in despair, beginning to welcome death

Slowly, the lights come back as the walls recede

Despair replaced with heavy relief

Faces stare back, eyes wide with fear

Voices ring out, steady and clear

It's over

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