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Coping with Anxiety.

by @starskies

There's something wild and real about fear. It hiss toward your ear, but spark fire throughout your skin. I am familiar to it as if it lives inside my bones. The more day I spend, the more I conquer the world with it. I can tame fear as I can rule my own body; for my body is my kingdom and I am a living queen who breaths fire. I know that I am capable of something bigger than my soul. I live in a world full of promises and living souls, and I don't want fear to get in my way of reaching beatitude.
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20 / F / Indonesia
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Written by
starskies
20 / F / Indonesia
Published
Feb 9, 2018
Time
1m
Tags
#anxiety#fear#self#light#dark#day
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