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i sit here and stare at the grains on the wall off into space i hate the feeling of suffocating where my lungs are begging for air i hate the feeling of my eyes engulfed in tears hanging onto my waterline as if it's holding on for dear life at the edge of a cliff i hate the feeling of boulders tied to my weak ankles and weights strapped to my tired shoulders i hate the feeling as though my mind is trapped in a cold empty jail cell with someone running a metal cup along the bars making this echo this constant noise those are my thoughts unable to be spoken aloud GM
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
Anxiety
i sit here and stare at the grains on the wall off into space i hate the feeling of suffocating where my lungs are begging for air i hate the feeling of my eyes engulfed in tears hanging onto my waterline as if it's holding on for dear life at the edge of a cliff i hate the feeling of boulders tied to my weak ankles and weights strapped to my tired shoulders i hate the feeling as though my mind is trapped in a cold empty jail cell with someone running a metal cup along the bars making this echo this constant noise those are my thoughts unable to be spoken aloud GM
a metaphorical interpretation on anxiety, for those who can't explain what they're going through
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
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