Panic Pete
Updated: Jan 6, 2020
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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