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Jun 2018
my legs are crumbling underneath me
but I’m still walking
my hands are shaking
but I‘m still typing
my lung are collapsing
but I’m still breathing

my anxiety might be able to hurt me
but it will not **** me
When I feel hurt, anxious, and like I’m worthless, I have to make myself do things, especially when the cause of my anxiety has to do with another person.
empty seas
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empty seas  15/F/away
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