My throat closes, my heart speeds.
Is this how it's going to end?
My vision blurs, numbness engulfs me.
Is this how it's going to end?
I've been here before.
Almost 219 times a year to be exact.
It consumes me Feeding off my fear.
It lingers.
Staying in the back of my mind is its favorite thing.
I’m it's home, It lives within me.
Leaving me breathless trying to breathe.
Can't fight it.
Until I let it engulf me.
It is me.

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