Poem 107: Anxiety Attack

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and in all of sudden

it starts to burn

the flames inside

once again returns

i can't  breathe

i just scream

cry and shout

my tears stream

my body's wild;

i can't control it

i just hope

that no one notice

the marks on my arms

and the tears in my eyes

as cold and sad

as winter skies

and it works for a while

the fire's gone

i'll get trough the day

i'm moving on

but i'm feeling so empty

i guess that's better

than feeling the fire

burn forever

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