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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.
Written by nikkimoe
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