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Phobias

Breath escaping,
Refusing to return.
All I can hear
Burns as I learn.
My existence is futile,
A demise nowhere near,
Consumed by paranoia,
Lost in the fear.
Tailored by a silken thread,
All I learn to fear is dread.
I know all love for me is dead,
Only thing I see is red.
My head is floating,
I can no longer feel.
Anxiety the package,
Disheartened hope the seal.
Breath escapes,
Barely to return.
All I hear
I refuse to learn.
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