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De Todo

Anxiety. Suicidal. Anorexic. There's something wrong with all of us. Death. But yet we all wish the same thing. (all are mine unless stated)

Anxiety.

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by healinganon

by healinganon

Loosing my mind on a tiny error.

They yell at you to think before you do something.

I cant think.

I cant see.

The only thing visible that appears is a tornado.

But even that goes blurry.

I can now no longer concentrate.

I cant breath.

Even the little things seem so big.

Whats closest seems so far.

Out of reach.

Unable to attain.

Unable to recieve.

Impossible.

Whats possible to you is not possible to me.

What you can reach, I cannot.

While you climb over lifes obstacles, I stay at the bottom unable to climb.

My arms have gone weak. I can no longer feel.

I think I'll just give up.