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Trying Times
This dead rocks beats
inside my chest
pounding away
frantically,
I am losing a battle
I cannot see,
sounds, lots of sounds
very loud
deep in my head
all I can do is breathe
even that becomes labored
and almost intolerable
when does this anxiety rest
when will it all go away?
Apparently not today.
inside my chest
pounding away
frantically,
I am losing a battle
I cannot see,
sounds, lots of sounds
very loud
deep in my head
all I can do is breathe
even that becomes labored
and almost intolerable
when does this anxiety rest
when will it all go away?
Apparently not today.
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