8: Unease
The space around me
Becomes heavy
There is a weight settling,
In my chest, heat
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The silence is killing me
But I can't speak
The ground is shifting,
Beneath my feet
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The thump of my heart
Bubbles with anxiety
But if I fight hard enough
They'll accept defeat
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The unease dissipating
With hands flat and still,
No longer hysterical
They will retreat
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