Imprisonment of the Souls Eyes
My mind a racing something, The room a collapsing space,
My chest compressing,
As I look at panic's familiar face,
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Though it sort of says it for itself, this poem is about someone having a panic attack or deep anxiety. The protagonist says that their mind is a racing 'something' because their own mind is hurtling and running too fast (John Green describes it as 'thought spireling') to find a word for it.
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