Panic

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A course of panic,
Set's free to the sky.

Glossy blurry eyes-
Harsh breathes.
Shaky limbs.

And screaming mind-
Dark clouds of thoughts,
Digs the grave of mine.

A course of panic,
Set's free to the sky.

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