Anxiety (escapril day 4)

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It is suffocating
My mind begins to race
It's going to fast it all becomes a jumbled mess
Everything is not where it is supposed to be
How can I fix, what I cannot see
Reckless
I feel it in my pulse
My heart begins to race,
My head begins to spin
If I yell loud enough
Will it all stop
Peace, that is all I want
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