Panic

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United States
Panic, suffocating Panic.
Whenever it comes,
I am defenseless. 
Bricks are stacked, my limbs are stretched, my lungs compressed.
Panic is my reality. 
Flowers whisper my worthlessness,
The sun steals my color,
Panic consumes.
My room is bare, empty except for my thrashing life form. 
Panic is all I have. 

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