Irrational Senses

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Social anxiety

I don't like meeting people I don't know
I've tried but this feeling wont let go
Hug me as tight as you can
But I don't think it will make you understand

The stone sunk in my stomach
Beating my gut
I want to run back home
And forever be alone

I feel judged, watched, frozen in place
I can feel every muscle in my face
Stiff hands and a tight jaw
I wonder how long this will last for

Being lost in it all.

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