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Drowned in the wave

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"Are you okay?"

"Yes." No. 

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It started in apologizing for things that doesn't require the words 'I'm sorry' but saying it anyways. 

Then there goes the nervous laughs, the sweaty palms, the racing heart whenever I'm surrounded with people. 

I am in a constant state of worrying and panicking and being on the edge.

I think too much and I care too much. I became hyper aware about everything that I can tell if there's a shift in someone merely by their tone or choice of words and worrying later if I did something wrong that cause it. 

I am drowning and nobody seems to notice. I am asking for help but nobody seems to hear my pleas. 


Am I not worthy to be saved?Todos los derechos reservados

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