Dear What If,

You cannot control me no matter what your attempts may be. However fast you pulse the beat of my heart I will not allow it to lose control. However shaky and uneven my breath becomes I will forever manage. The tingling numbness of my lips as I imagine them turning blue cannot stop me.

Panic, I just have no room for you.

I may have shaken and trembled from the inside out and my voice did catch. But the final catch shall be mine when I crush your wretched grasp.

Panic, I will no longer dance to the tune of your flute.

You talk to me and ask me questions in my mind. Plaster images that make me flinch inside my eyes. You clutch my lungs and stop my breath. Make my muscles twitch and wreck my poise but I've got a lock on you.

Panic, this is your time for a taste of you.

All you are, is a ghost in my imagination. The culmination of the unknown shrouded in your cloak of many shapes and colors. Simply an apparition of ignorance selling fear as a retreat.

Panic, now you see that I see you.

Good Bye.

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