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Poetry

Panic Attack

My heart is racing.

My body is shaking.

Tears fill my eyes

And I begin to cry.

Round and round I go

To a place, I don’t know.

Why doesn’t my heart stop?

It’s racing nonstop.

My vision blurs.

I would prefer

To be dead

Instead of being in my head.

My stomach tied in knots

As I become hot.

Consumed by a panic attack.

All I see is black.

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by melody.heald13

A writer with a dream. I've been writing since I was a kid. My dream was and still is, to become a published author. Reading and writing are my passions.

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