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I fell into an abyss of anxiety that stole the life in me. I crafted problems out of thin air and out of overheard words. I meditated on it. I was poisoned by overthinking and lived like a man on the run. I thought I would not be able to get out. The abyss is deep and unfathomable. But I saw the light. The light healed me and opened my eyes and then I saw the surface. I am not in the deep anymore. I am in a new skin that is not made for burying but for living. I am saved. I am breathing again.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 3:57 AM UTC
I saw the surface again
I fell into an abyss of anxiety that stole the life in me. I crafted problems out of thin air and out of overheard words. I meditated on it. I was poisoned by overthinking and lived like a man on the run. I thought I would not be able to get out. The abyss is deep and unfathomable. But I saw the light. The light healed me and opened my eyes and then I saw the surface. I am not in the deep anymore. I am in a new skin that is not made for burying but for living. I am saved. I am breathing again.
sha-florencio
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 3:57 AM UTC
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