Anxiety feels like sharp pains closing in on me,
Breath becomes heavy, seething through my teeth.
I can feel my lungs, I can feel my throat,
Everything is echoed, every note,
A strong intense desire to rewrite
everything I ever wrote.
This is all from what is me,
And I became this, to my dis-belief.

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