I live in constant fear with no escape
and the only thing holding me there is my mind.
Isn't it odd that the thing damaging me
is the same thing being damaged.
The same thing holding me back is the same thing that is sick and tired of being held back.
Isn't it scary that the thing controlling me isn't under my control.
My Mind - My Greatest Enemy.
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A Crowded Crying Mind
PoesíaA book of poems about about anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, and losing people.
