Dear Anxiety,
Sometimes I feel fine, like I can take down the whole world with a flick of my fingers. But then you come around and suddenly I'm weak at the knees. The world around me seems to fade away, shatter into pieces... Then I can't fucking breath. Walls close in on me; I don't know where they come from. Reality is chased away. I'm your prisoner and I can't seem to find an escape. I just want to be free... but don't worry. I will be free. You fight dirty, I'll give you that. But I have a few tricks of my own. You won't be ready.
Sincerely,
Liz
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Dear Anxiety.
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