It happens
I knew it would,
it went away awhile,
like it always does.
But then it comes back,
breathing fast,
sweaty palms,
nausea.
It stops
I knew it would.
It comes a while,
then goes away.
Months pass,
no anxiety attack,
you think it's over,
but one bad thing comes
into your life,
It happens.
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Just Me
PoetryMy collection of poetry. These are just poems that I write and share with you. Hope you guys like it. Copyright © infinitygirl88
