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I am raw, plucked bare and overexposed; ashamed of my emotions and too vulnerable, too fragile I am not threatened but I do not feel safe, I ache to hide but where can I hide from my own mind? I need time to decay my histrionics and my need for affection so that it never resurfaces again, so that I never resurface again -- I am drowned in something benign but chaotic, replicating it's mutation endlessly, perpetually, until I cannot breathe because I am overexposed -- bare and plucked raw.
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 2:35 AM UTC
anxiety
I am raw, plucked bare and overexposed; ashamed of my emotions and too vulnerable, too fragile I am not threatened but I do not feel safe, I ache to hide but where can I hide from my own mind? I need time to decay my histrionics and my need for affection so that it never resurfaces again, so that I never resurface again -- I am drowned in something benign but chaotic, replicating it's mutation endlessly, perpetually, until I cannot breathe because I am overexposed -- bare and plucked raw.
written during a panic attack
kierra-1
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 2:35 AM UTC
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