in this open battlefield,
its my anxiety versus me.
of course, anxiety has won everytime we fought. i am at war with my own mind and i can feel myself lose my breath, lose my sight.
but, i will win this fight. as many times it takes to battle it out.
it's okay to take a break from battle, but remember to always came back and fight.
as many times as i get pushed down, ill stand even stronger.
soon, i'll control the empire of thoughts, and soon I'll win this war.
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feelings.
Poetrya very raw description of my feelings. do not expect correct grammar because this is just what I write without editing. a mix of poems and writing on random topics. Raw. Real.
