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Poetry

Panic,

Panic,

Fear,

Fear,

Run away,

Distract me,

From all these things I hear,

Voices telling me,

That nothing is ok,

My son is sick,

My bills aren't paid,

And all I had is gone,

Heart beating,

Thump,

Thump,

Thump,

Help me to let it go,

Before I lose it all.