Its that sudden tightening in my chest.
It's all the things I long to let go of,
but still can't forget.
It's when my face becomes hot and beating red.
It's my palms as they begin to sweat.
Anxiety.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
Its that sudden tightening in my chest.
It's all the things I long to let go of,
but still can't forget.
It's when my face becomes hot and beating red.
It's my palms as they begin to sweat.
Anxiety.
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