Felicityjones

Fast

Fast..

Fast...

Faster.

My heart is pounding so fast.

So fast that if I stand still for even two seconds,

I will die.

I need to run,

fast.

My thoughts are racing,

fast.

Faster,

everything inside me is fast,

like put on fast forward.

I'm itching to move,

got to get out of here.

There's nowhere to hide from this feeling,

stuck.

My heart..

it's skipping.

My legs won't stop dancing.

I'm shaking,

looking like I am beginning to have a seizure.

So scared,

"You're fine" they say.

I AM NOT OKAY!

I need to breathe,

OH GOD I CAN'T BREATHE!

I'm going to die,

this is it.

I can't turn it off,

I can't be saved.

All of this happened so...

fast.

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