Panic

Location

12047
United States
42° 47' 6.6372" N, 73° 44' 9.6648" W

Just standing there.
The room seems to boil
And the world begins to spin.
Breathing escapes me,
Short quick breaths
All I can handle.
Soon my throat closes
Tears escape my eyes.
Tear release
The loss
The pain
The confusion
But there is no real release
Reality is real
And it can't be controlled
Everything goes blurry
As I slowly shut down,
Panic.

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