Bathroom

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I wait in the empty bathroom.

It is happening again.

My chest tightens,

suffocating my heart in the process.

I try to settle my breathing,

but it is not working.

Am I going to die here?


I could feel panic,

rise to my chest.

I could feel my hands,

beginning to sweat.

This feeling is killing me inside

and out.


I have learned ways for it to

go away.

I take the scissors from my bag,

and pull my sleeves.

I can't breathe.

I can't see.

I can't,

feel.

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