Hours upon hours of tears,
Panic attacks,
Anxiety.
My hand empty as all those close to me disappear
No one to reach out to
Please end this.
I've had enough for one day.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
Hours upon hours of tears,
Panic attacks,
Anxiety.
My hand empty as all those close to me disappear
No one to reach out to
Please end this.
I've had enough for one day.
Summary: anxiety ***** when you're alone
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