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Rated: E · Other · Dark · #1957995
My panic attacks.
Nothing seems to fill the sudden hole in my chest.
I thirst for things that my mind does not allow my body to quench.
My thirst for joy.
My thirst for air.
My thirst for light.
Gasping for oxygen, my lungs burn.
My brain is scrambled, trying to rationalize my reaction to this sudden twist in the plot.
Reaching out, my confused hands grasp anything or anyone close by, praying that they will find purchase.
My knees buckle and my legs curl beneath me, crumbling.
The floor becomes my savior;
Saving me from an abyss my eyes cannot see.


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