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Sep 2017
My heart thumps in my chest like a rabbit
Trying desperately to run away
From the predator known as anxiety
that prevents me From falling asleep
as I so desperately need.
There is no reason for me to feel this way. To feel as if I am a rotting fruit on a tree that was supposed to be green and flourishing.
I know I am moving forward
I know I am doing better
But why do I feel like I'm drowning, even when I know how to swim?
Anxiety sleepless tired drowning sleepy predator
Isabella Soledad
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Isabella Soledad  19/F/Cape Cod
(19/F/Cape Cod)   
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