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I love the rush of anxiety Feeling it crawl up my throat; a ball of nerves. Sometimes, I want it to just rush out of me. A round, small, spider-like creature with a million eyes all over and long, sharp legs. I’d cradle it like a baby
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
my son: anxiety
I love the rush of anxiety Feeling it crawl up my throat; a ball of nerves. Sometimes, I want it to just rush out of me. A round, small, spider-like creature with a million eyes all over and long, sharp legs. I’d cradle it like a baby
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cloudysky
18/F/in a book
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
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