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Anxiety

I couldn’t shake this feeling. I’m in a dark sucking tunnel, the air is slowing being drawn out of it. With the air the light goes as well. Choking gasping clawing for the surface. It’s not a tunnel its water and I’m slowly slipping further beneath the surface. I’m pulling and struggling to get my head above the water. Then a sounds a siren, am I dying? Can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think, can’t go on. It’s not a siren, it’s a constant beep, beep, beep, thump, thump, thump repeating. The beep is gone the thump slows down. A slow glow of light above my head. Then the slow realization, I’m not dead.

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