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It hangs above my head as though a chandelier anticipating its collapse. And at every moment of my life that I believe I may have moved from underneath it, my thoughts are brought back under its grasp to serve my constant fear.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
Anxiety
It hangs above my head as though a chandelier anticipating its collapse. And at every moment of my life that I believe I may have moved from underneath it, my thoughts are brought back under its grasp to serve my constant fear.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
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