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Panic Attack By:  Jill Sheets My chest tightens. Not again. Try to focus on my breathing but quickly my mind goes back to being talked down to. Wanting to say something but afraid of what will happen. To speak my mind. Is this supposed to be okay? Wanting to go in a darkroom Away from their egos. Believe it or not – I do know what I am taking about. Breath. Breath. I thought that this was suppose to help. It will not be much longer Before I forget. Picture source: