a n x i e t y

i want to go back to the simpler days when my mind was not so full of haze the days i was only scared of the monsters under my bed rather than the thoughts in my head i stand trying to find why i fear my own mind sometimes i feel as if im empty but how can i be, when i have plenty? you’re always lingering and it has me considering you’ll always be with me It is no longer “me” but “we” -anxiety a.m.

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