Moving on or running away?
I’m not sure, can’t really say.
Should I live to regret this choice,
Should I enjoy my life and rejoice,
I will let you know someday.

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Fear

Air sapped from my lungs
Gasping for breath
In, out, in, out — slow puffs
Deep inhalations,
quick and short exhalations.

Body tense,
Heart palpitating
Sweat beads at my pores
Can’t move, can’t think
The world blurs.

Racing thoughts
Racing thoughts build upon one another
Building upon one another and the burden unbearable
So unbearable a burden that the thoughts
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