I'm exhausted but I can't sleep. I'm hungry but I can't eat. My mind my body it's empty. Anxiety. It eats at me. The demons in my head the monsters under my bed never leaving me be. Not even oxygen can be created by trees. My lungs burning into nothing but oblivion. So many people have this condition even millions maybe billions. Why? Why me? I look at myself and see what's to see. Cringing at the ugliness that to be. I can't speak can't breath.
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