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constricting throat,

trembling like a leaf.

can't control the fumbling words,

brain screaming for release.


a rush of pure terror,

feeling their penetrating eyes.

try to laugh it off,

fighting the sudden urge to cry.


the hysteria is uncontrollable,

a heightened pulse,

laughter with the words 'i'm fine',

yet it's all false.


panic takes control once again,

can't fight the fear.

thoughts turning both blank and wild,

let it all escape in a single tear.

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