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It's a funny kind of irony That I'm being held back-by me Countless people build me up and I knock myself down I'm alive, but I'm hardly living opportunities I'm missing crushes that I am not kissing since this little voice is hissing "something will go wrong no doubt" "no one wants to ask you out" "not good enough: your clothes, your hair" "just stay at home, you're safer there" I know this voice I know her well She ***** I tell her "Go to Hell"
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
the little voice
It's a funny kind of irony That I'm being held back-by me Countless people build me up and I knock myself down I'm alive, but I'm hardly living opportunities I'm missing crushes that I am not kissing since this little voice is hissing "something will go wrong no doubt" "no one wants to ask you out" "not good enough: your clothes, your hair" "just stay at home, you're safer there" I know this voice I know her well She ***** I tell her "Go to Hell"
I like to pretend my anxious thoughts come from someone else because it makes it easier to tell them to **** off
#anxiety#voices
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Graciegirl
18/F/USA
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
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