The fear is real,
Quickened pace, shallow breaths
Count one, two, three..no
Imagine the seat belt unclipping
imagine shattered glass
Stars against your night sky hair
A dazziling display
When I say please stop,
You don't understand the ocean behind my words, pulsating with each second I count as to not cry, not put myself in vulnerability.
When I say my anxiety has been bad lately
I mean that the attacks are more frequent
My panic is more aggressive
I don't say I have anxiety to be romantic
I say it to convince myself it is okay
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