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May 2018
I am tried of the worrying thoughts.
My mind moves so fast my lungs
Can't keep up.

My mind moves from thought to thought.
Playing the past over and over in my head.

Trying so hard not mess everything up.
Anxiety is like a breath that's stuck in
Your throat taking the life out of you.
Written by
stephanie burrows  F
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