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    • Aug 13, 2019
    • 1 min read

Panic Pete

Updated: Jan 6

I can’t breathe when I hear your voice.

My heart builds it’s home in my throat

squeezing my soul out of my eyes.

I am a Panic Pete stress toy

and my anxiety is crushing me until my eyes pop out.

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