the impaired
the impaired anxiety stories
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kaitlyndefield Community member
Autoplay OFF   •   23 days ago
I do not know what to do

A short poem about my struggle

the impaired

I do not know what to do

When my lips turn blue

I can no longer hear outside

The anxiety I guide

I was promised serenity-

A chance to find my identity

Yet my breath does not refill

Even with that tiny pill

I thought it would provide

A reason not to hide

But I am starting to gather

That I should not even bother-

For things which are impaired

Cannot simply be repaired

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