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when my anxiety rises,

when my worries start to flood my soul,

there is nothing I can do,

all I can do is sit alone in a corner and cry to myself.

I wish I could ask for help.

I wish I didn't have to ask at all.

I wish that there was someone who just knew when I needed someone to be there.

I am too good at masking my feelings.

I wish I wasn't.

I wish this was easy,

but it's not.

there's nothing I can do when my anxiety rises,

so I just sit alone with my thoughts as they eat away at my soul.

A/N: so I know that this one is kinda short and that last line is kinda dark but I hope you enjoy it anyways bc I try my hardest.

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