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My mouth is dry

My lungs are rotting..

My eyes are watering

Feeding these wilted roses that are growing out my chest

It feels tight..

I can't move..

How much longer..

Till this attack goes away

With each one, a new flower blooms

The flow of tears gets thicker..

How much longer..

Till this Panic fades away..

My wrists are picked to scabs and blood..

But who do I kid..

It won't fade away now..

Or in the next hour..

How much longer till my chest is a meadow..

Till my heart is invaded with the picking thorns of these roses?

I just wanna be calm..