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my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]
my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]
If anxiety were a person, what would you tell her? [Warning: May contain strong language] Achievements: #1 Non-Fiction - #29 Random - #8 BasedInRealLife - #7 reallifestory
It's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
Anxiety is not a joke. This is based on Anxiety, some poems and what not. So, enjoy. Some of these aren't mine, the owners get the credit. (Most came off this website; http://hellopoetry.com with the Anxiety hash-tag) I am using other people's poems and words because its hard to describe. And these poems honestly nee...
In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing
If you're one of the quiet kids, and you like it that way, then you're not alone. So, what even is an introvert, you ask? Most of you probably heard this word at least once before. My guess is that if you have heard the word introvert, you may have heard it used to describe someone in a negative way. You might know a...