Panic Attack

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■ It's all your fault.
My anxiety,
My depression,
My panic attacks.
Because of you,
Sometimes I can't breathe.
Tears stream down my cheeks and I struggle for air.
I can't move.
I can't think.
I can't do anything,
And it all started when you left.
Hours later the pain throbs in my chest and lungs,
Because of you.
You're killing me,
And theres nothing I can do about it.■

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