My panick attacks is like I'm crawling out of my skin like I just peeled off every layer one by one. I'm shaking like I just swam In winter. And my air is like a bubble I'm the back of my throat and I can't get it out but I hear the air coming out. It's like I'm feeling death for the 3rd time each one worse then the last it's like I'm a cat and each death is more gruesome than the last, and when I finally get that bubble of air out I'm still shaking but I can feel the breath now and all I'm left with is air and thought I didn't think just ones placed in my mind it's like a shrine marked by people I didn't ask for. And when it's all over I put my skin back on and wait for the next life to be waisted.