My chest feels like a weight is hanging from my heart. My stomach is breeding butterflies. My head is racing but it's not winning this race. My body feels light, I am barely even standing strong. My eyes are raining almost drowning me internally.
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Welcome To Hell .6 (Growing up Series)
PoetryWelcome to Hell. Growing Up Book Series's. 6
anxiety
My chest feels like a weight is hanging from my heart. My stomach is breeding butterflies. My head is racing but it's not winning this race. My body feels light, I am barely even standing strong. My eyes are raining almost drowning me internally.