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Apr 2020
Lungs are yapping for air
Even breathing takes effort
This pattern can’t be trusted

Heart is empty from all the over pumping
The color red has turned black
The way to my heart is now dry

Eyes are zooming in the dark
Imaging the impossible
Imaging the comfort of my death bed

Ears are still to the nothingness
Yearning for your voice
Deaf to the words that will save me

Lips are sealed shut from the overthinking
Words want to flow free
Yet the only flow open is betraying me toxicially

Here I am
Still
Pushing my luck
To see another day
Without you

Here I am
Silenced
With a loud mind
Pushing my luck
To see another day
Without you
How anxiety and overthinking feels.
Written by
dailythoughts
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   Bogdan Dragos
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