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High-functioning Flashback
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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 3:01 pm
My Panic Attacks
This reality of mine is not so kind,
I play the music loud to blot out my mind.
When the anxiety first arouses I want to run in fear,
my mind rolls up into a ball and it draws my apathy near.
I can't stand how I feel,
it is as if I'm an axis of a tipping reel.
I feel happy when I put my keys in the car and drive,
but I know the joy will end once I arrive.
Tell me why I feel this way,
why must my emotions slay my day?
I can not stand this emotional over-ride,
I wish I could shout, "Stop!" and they would subside.
But, alas, this can never be true,
and so I say, "Good-bye," to happiness again and bid adieu.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 7:38 pm
Nice DOOMY job. I suck at poems!
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High-functioning Flashback
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 6:12 am
SlaughterGorey Nice DOOMY job. I suck at poems! Heh heh heh. smile Thankyou.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 8:08 am
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High-functioning Flashback
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 3:57 pm
I like it. Somehow seems discordant, which I think goes along with the poem very well. Easy to relate to.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 9:15 pm
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High-functioning Flashback
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