TW * This chapter will contain an attempted explanation of a panic attack, although the feeling one gets during an event like this is different for everyone and cannot be properly described.
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Short Paragraph (clipped from one of my school essays)
Her head now felt as though it was filled with disquieting static. The lack of hearing possessing her brain was from thousands of loud, terrifying inner voices that screamed over each other, in a competition to see who could break her already cracked heart first. Crystal's vision had begun to blur minutes ago and was slowly blackening at the edges, although she had lost the ability to focus on nor fix that when the first strange stars had started to blind her. Her tastebuds were sour and sore from the disgusting, acidic bile that rose and dropped in her throat. She couldn't tell if that was the cause of the stabbing pain in her chest or if it was her pounding heart that achingly struck her rib cage every millisecond. Reality spun in a blur of unimportance, while Crystals thoughts reigned king. Although both worlds had the same weather, the storm invisible to the eye was much more terrifying.
Poem (paragraph as reference)
Reality spun and blurred,
The voices thick and loud,
Critizing, insulting, begging to be heard,
But not loud enough to bring my body to the ground.
My senses all a mess,
Unable to tell real from fiction,
Helpful tactics becoming useless,
What'll kill me first; the deadly competition.
Lava in my veins,
Pulsing fast and hard throughout,
Wish it would melt away my brain,
Some relief to drown it out.
To escape this aweful disease,
The one that makes it hard to breathe,
God, I'm begging you, please,
I can't live with all this anxiety.
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Random Stuff I Think Of
PoetryJust a bunch of poetry and short stories! They're not that good but I wanted a place to write them out :)
