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When Panic Becomes An Attack.
My throat constricts and I can't breathe.
I feel like everyone is staring at me.
It's hard to talk.
My hands and knees begin to shake.
I'm no sure how much more of this I can take.
My heart beats hard and fast.
How long is this torment going to last?
I gotta get out of here.
Can everyone see that something is wrong with me?
The tears begin to fall in an ugly red stall.
My head starts to hurt.
I don't want people to see my blotchy red eyes in the hall.
My stomach begins to toss and turn.
I want to curl up into a ball.
Eyeliner stains my cheeks.
I feel weak.
My heart begins to burn.
The nausea comes again.
The room begins to spin.
Everyone is staring at me.
The embarrassment sets in.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
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ok...i admit...i was holding my breath and wander when someone was going to rescue you...good job...
Very Good
Very descriptive; a good write. You reminded me of my first time playing music in front of a large audience. Keep writing!
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