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The barbed wire in my chest Pokes and prods with each halting breath Nothing is easy anymore With it sitting there Unwinding slowly It rakes its claws against my insides Around my bones Into my lungs Any sudden movement Any risk Any chance Digs it only deeper There is no room for error in this body of mine I am a walking keep out fence
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
[keep out]
The barbed wire in my chest Pokes and prods with each halting breath Nothing is easy anymore With it sitting there Unwinding slowly It rakes its claws against my insides Around my bones Into my lungs Any sudden movement Any risk Any chance Digs it only deeper There is no room for error in this body of mine I am a walking keep out fence
To me this is what anxiety feels like. Not heavy like depression but cutting like wire.
#sad#anxiety#imagery#fences
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
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