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Sometimes I sit and think What's the point The point of it all I strive, I conquer, I keep the wheels turning Doors will close on me Some may open. What's the point I ask To that I hear silence A pin could fall, I stare wall to wall, As it closes in upon me, Harder to breathe I feel weak My knees, They tremble under me My hands.... I am numb, I don't know what to feel "Stop.....just be", a voice says to me Just be, there is strength in vulnerbility. Even when you feel meek And lack the words to speak. Trust in this, You are who you are meant to be Despite the uncertainties.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
Anxiety
Sometimes I sit and think What's the point The point of it all I strive, I conquer, I keep the wheels turning Doors will close on me Some may open. What's the point I ask To that I hear silence A pin could fall, I stare wall to wall, As it closes in upon me, Harder to breathe I feel weak My knees, They tremble under me My hands.... I am numb, I don't know what to feel "Stop.....just be", a voice says to me Just be, there is strength in vulnerbility. Even when you feel meek And lack the words to speak. Trust in this, You are who you are meant to be Despite the uncertainties.
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Audenim
28/F/United Kingdom
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
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