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Product of burning anxiety

Panic attacking from all angles

The computer seems to be carrying charge

The screen too bright

The room beginning to constrain and constrict

The music becomes discordant 

heartbeat and ragged breath become all consuming

Laptop closed as the user rises

Hands clammy grip the breast 

Again the monster of demon dreams returns

Until in painting breath and muttered mantras

It is forced back into the hell from which it emerged

It’s chemical trace still causing a cascade of adrenaline

Its memory too sharp

Its return unpredictable, yet certain

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