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Anxious

I would consider myself to be a happy person as I have no reason not to be But no matter how hard I try the darkness is always there at the back of my mind Old demons try to force their way through my defenses it is a constant battle A tug of war between different emotions testing the mind Until now, I have been determined I refused to let the bad eclipse the good However one becomes tired of this inner struggle I feel drained The demons have broken through I'm slipping into the darkness again.
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Written by
ella-byrne
Published
Jul 26, 2014
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Written in February 2013

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#sad#anxiety#panic#attacks#anxious#drained
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