anxiety
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sometimes my heart bleeds…and i don’t know why sometimes my chest aches…and i don’t know why sometimes my head hurts…and i don’t know why sometimes my soul is filled up to the brim with heaviness…and i don’t know why sometimes i want to run outside and scream at the top of my lungs in anger
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I wish you knew what it was like to be inside my skin. I wish I could begin to explain it to you. It’s not fair to say that I come with a label that asks you to handle me gently. This mind and body is filled with so many cracks and bruises, it’s liable
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My mind feels worn and stretched, like it’s pulled too tight across the hollow of a drum. Inside the hollow my mind rattles uselessly, creating a useless amount of noise that amounts to nothing. Gets me nowhere. Solves no problems. Just useless, ceaseless, noise. I’m tired. I just want to go to sleep. I want
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I’ve guarded my heart and my soul in many places and spaces, held tight onto the corners and wrapped all the edges around me. Stayed low to the ground to avoid my fear of heights. Who could possibly protect me better…than me? If you keep your feet on the ground there’s not chance of falling,
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Facing the monster inside yourself is a sobering and humbling moment in time. In reality you may think you’ve caged and quieted them a hundred times over. Locked them away and thrown away the key in some dark ocean depths never to be found again. Then the moment comes and you realize the door you
I Would Rather Be In Bed 