short,

shallow

breaths\\

heart

pounding\\

heart

racing\\

ticking\\

counting

the minutes

i should be

dreaming,

but no.

instead,

my heart

is drumming\\

marching me

deeper with

every beat

into the

stickiness

of anxiety.

\\\

my therapist still hasnt responded lmao honestly i hope he did ghost me bc thats hilarious

\\\

but also, fuck, like — what if my therapist ghosted me?

\\\

still funny

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