chaoticallysmallpoetryAug 13, 20191 min readPanic PeteUpdated: Jan 6, 2020I can’t breathe when I hear your voice.My heart builds it’s home in my throatsqueezing my soul out of my eyes.I am a Panic Pete stress toyand my anxiety is crushing me until my eyes pop out.Poems0 views0 comments
I can’t breathe when I hear your voice.My heart builds it’s home in my throatsqueezing my soul out of my eyes.I am a Panic Pete stress toyand my anxiety is crushing me until my eyes pop out.
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