Is It Me?

Is It Me?

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A poem about my life. I am constantly tossed between if the reason things happen the way they do are because of me. I realize That's not true but that thought crosses everyone's mind at some point.
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When anxiety and depression hits you like a hurricane, you have tunnel vision. You can't see anything, but what's happening in front of you. You can't think straight, and you can't process what's going on or why this is happening. Then all of a sudden you're stuck, and you get sent away to recover from the battle you've been fighting for so long.

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