Dear Mr panic

I need to wash my hands clean from your filth.
I can’t seem to think when I’m in your energy.
You make all my muscles halt.
My lungs don’t stretch.
They freeze.
My heart still beats
Despite your filthy energy.

You can’t stop me from staying alive.
You can’t stop me even when you stab me with your knife.
As long as one organ in me is still beating.
There is hope.

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