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Mar 2017
The barbed wire in my chest
Pokes and prods with each halting breath

Nothing is easy anymore
With it sitting there
Unwinding slowly

It rakes its claws against my insides
Around my bones
Into my lungs

Any sudden movement
Any risk
Any chance
Digs it only deeper

There is no room for error in this body of mine
I am a walking keep out fence
To me this is what anxiety feels like.
Not heavy like depression but cutting like wire.
Augustine Peters
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Augustine Peters  USA
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