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Apr 2016
Anxiety is a snake,

It chokes me

Stops me from smiling, breathing, living.

It squeezes me to the point I feel my heart will burst.

Its sharp, forked tongue causes me to stutter,

Its brutal, cold blood makes me shiver.

Sadly; I will never be released, there is no escaping, no solution, no turning back.

I'm trapped.
SakuraSkye
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SakuraSkye  17/F/Ireland
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