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You're like the anxiety attacks that consume me;

You take my breath away in the worst way, crushing my lungs;

You make me breakdown and cry;

I want to hide from the people around me, so I do, and I cry alone;

I become tired of trying to fight for what they call life...

Is this what I get?

For constantly thinking of you?

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