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A Natural Death

Anxiety and depression

collide within me;

a tornado raging,

stealing my air,

pulling me in.

The debris of my life,

swirling around,

destroying everything

threatens my death.

Fight or flight --

my legs are tired;

my fists are weak.

The storm grows black;

I cannot move.

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rebekah-wilson

27 / F

Published: May 6, 2013
LinesWords: 1446

Notes: 2020: fun fact: I wrote this on the back of my environmental science final because my professor was a *****

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