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Panic

Flashbacks of fear

Sick

It makes me feel sick

I hate when the dark parts of my mind

Torment my imagination.

I feel the same rush behind my eyes that I used to

The world in which I used to be was never really real

Still it pulls me to visit back to the place I used to live

The memories more like reoccurring nightmares

I need someone to hold me down 

To fasten me to reality 

The sweet and stable solid ground

Instead this struggle for neutrality