XII.
Heart racing, can't breathe, world closing in—
Fighting to escape what I can't pin.
It comes out of nowhere, strikes like a blow—
Crushing my chest, stealing my flow.
I'm clawing for calm, but the terror just spreads—
My mind and my body—both filled with dread.
— PD , 10/3/24
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