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Aug 2017
Isn't it just the worst
when anxiety rears her ugly head and
tears through your chest mercilessly,


Fully aware that it is getting harder and harder for your lungs to refill themselves,
harder and harder for your heart to just keep pumping ,
Harder and harder to get back up.


So a word of advice,
You should probably lie down,
No one will see you anyway
and the impact won't be as hard if you curl up in the corner and give up.
Trust me.
Written by
Megan Foster  17/F/Ireland
(17/F/Ireland)   
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     LAICEY, JAC and TSPoetry
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