Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit.
The pit turned into panic.
Like thirty minutes ago.
Fucking panic attack.
It's hurts.
Oh My Gah.
Please make it stop.
I want it to go away.
Please.
I can't deal with another one.
No No No No No.
Fuck.
Please.
I can't breathe.
It's feels like it's stabbing me.
Oh My Gah.
No No No.
I just want to stop being afraid.
I'd rather be numb.
Fuck it's getting worse.
Paralyzing.
I have to stop.
No No No No No.
Fuck.
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Words Can't Cover Me
PoetryMental Thoughts As I Begin Facing Things Alone. In Poetry Form.