Sep 2020
Sometimes I think
Anxiety makes me a bad person
But I'm too depressed to fix it
I did something wrong once
I take that as a solidifying truth
For my abhorrence
Anxiety makes me a bad person
But I'm too depressed to fix it
I did something wrong once
I take that as a solidifying truth
For my abhorrence
There is no happy or poetic ending for this one.
(22/F/Spent Out)
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