That feeling, it's back
You know which one
Your chest...in a cold vice so tight
Your eyes...gritty with salt and congealed mascara
You breathe...slowly with mouth open
Hoping no one will hear the tiny gasps
You struggle for air...for control
Too many who can see you
Why waste your secret
Suck it in...Push it out
Like a big rubber balloon
Collapsing and expanding on itself
Just little bursts of breath
Escape...
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