Poem - 23 March 2018, 17:37

Panic Disorder

There's something called Panic Disorder.
It haunts me with my every blink.
Sometimes I can't even sleep
from the ache in my chest,
but I keep breathing,
because it's right.
Even if
I feel
wrong.

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