Round One

I've been off round one for a while now. Since then my anxiety has grown ten times its size. My grip on life has gotten loose somehow. Now I'm scared when people look into my eyes, They'll catch a glimpse of something they don't need to see. A boy lost out at sea. My chest has caved in, I need air. I'm staring at the sky because I know it's there. So why do I struggle to breathe it in. Or feel it against my skin.

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