Panic

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I feel sick.
I can't move.
Every movement is just shakey. 

I can't think.
I'm gonna vomit.
I want to die.
This is my worst fear. This feeling. I hate this. It's absolutely the worst. I need help. Please, somebody fix this. Fix him. Fix me. Fix it. Make it work. Someone, please, anyone.
I'm begging you.

I'm thinking about her. How I want her voice to calm me, soothe me. Calm me down by calling me baby and telling me she loves me and it's all gonna be okay. Someone level headed. I'm not right now. I could die. Help me. Please, somebody tell her I need her.
Quickly, ASAP, fast, please. Help.

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