Panic attacks
The white open sky leaves a fear deep insideOf a silent cool breeze and somewhere to hide
I stand silenced in a room of noise
Trying to gather some kind of poise
I try to gain my stance in this place of manic
As my attacks grow stronger i am riddled with panic
This is some kind of suppressed inner fear
I hold on for the ride until they disappear
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