oh well
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yenma
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anxiety grabs my chest constricting my movements I lay in my bed for hours unwilling to move, the world I thought I was prepared for stuck me with a harsh blow to the heart.

oh well

anxiety grabs my chest constricting my movements

I lay in my bed for hours unwilling to move, the world I thought I was prepared for stuck me with a harsh blow to the heart.

Ironically, meeting new people has made me lonelier than I was when I was living in solitude.

as I write this, I'm thinking of a title, and thinking how many anxiety poems I have written, and about the percentage of them that I had written while experiencing anxiety.

I'm clearly sitting in the deep end of my emotions and hatred for myself that I can't even learn to change myself for the better.

Oh well.

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