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I lean into your embrace. Rough hands press into my chest, my heart begins to race. "Who are you?" I ask. A band begins to play panic chords set the bass while stress is added to the disarray. Barely a whisper, you say, "Fear"
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC
Fear
I lean into your embrace. Rough hands press into my chest, my heart begins to race. "Who are you?" I ask. A band begins to play panic chords set the bass while stress is added to the disarray. Barely a whisper, you say, "Fear"
#panic#fear#anxiety#scared#whisper#depression#mentalillness
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC
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