Thoughts running through my mind.
Eyes pointed to the ground.
Sweat covering my palms.
Afraid to join the crowd.
I can feel the panic attack.
Knees have begun to shake.
Get me the fuck out of this place.
I am about to burst.
On the verge of losing it.
Hold on and don't let go.
This ride goes only one place.
This is my social anxiety.
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