It feels like my anxiety has anxiety applying pressure to my chest it’s hard to breathe when my anxiety's anxiety acts up not even coffee can reinvigorate the stolen energy thoughts cycling perplexing timelines exposed applying pressure to my chest it’s hard to breathe as society looks for an escape the world blurs colors eat away sight as pain blooms behind my eyes washing away all else a darkened room a welcomed friend as the pain ebbs and flows a migraine overtakes all
-A.H.
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