Anxiety Attacks

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My cheeks are flushed red,

Make up, drained down my face,

Lips are frowned,

Knees come to a weak bend,

I become limp,

This is my breaking point,

Falling to the ground,

I'm letting go,

Clench my side,

I'm sorry,

Shaking,

Nothing left to say,

Except,

I'm fine.

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