Struggling
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Jun 5, 2017
I can't breathe.
My chest hurts.
My head pounds.
I'm shaking.
My palms are sweaty.
Everything's wrong.
I can't move.
I can't think.
I can't breathe.
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
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