Hey Panic!
It’s been a while since we saw each other. How have you been? What have you been doing? What made you come to see me? I thought we were over? I didn’t think I would see you again, but here you are. Causing every muscle to stiff up in my body. What can I do to get you to leave? I need this heaviness off me. With you around, it’s harder to breathe. I see nothing but doom in your eyes. You bring out the most fear in me. I look at myself around you, and I do not like what I see. It’s ugly. It’s unusual. It’s scary. I hate being scared. Why are you here? Please go away. Please? I don’t like dying. I don’t want to feel death. Please go. Please?