Panic attack

Breaths short, and shallow. I want to scream, but I can't breathe. Thoughts rushing through my mind I can't find a way to escape popping in and out of reality. What is real and what is fake? floating on clouds now I'm on the ground. My emotions are confusing me using me as their capsule, but I am fragile. I will break and when I do you will see that people like me don't belong in a zoo. We belong in capes because we fight demons made by people who can't escape their fate.


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