I was stuck in a crowd,
With my head overfilling with thoughts,
It was a demon whom i fought.My skin went pale,
My hands shivered.
My palms started sweating
My eyes started welling
It was sad to know,
the demon wasn't failing.I watched it slowly take over me,
And bring my self-control lower.
My brain started to burn,
My happiness started to run.
Trust me it was not fun.The demon growled,
And i screamed.
My blood pressure rose
My eyes began to close
I fell to the ground and froze.I was possessed,
By the demon,
The demon of anxiety.
No exorcism could end its terrorism.
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Petals Of Sorrow [English]
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