My anxiety eats at me. It slowly devours me from the inside out, and it hurts. It runs through my veins, makes my heart race, and teases me with mild subsides. Deep breaths stoke its fire and clear minds fade rapidly to constant thoughts. If it's not one thing, it's another, and another, and another. I just want freedom from the feeling of ants marching through my mind, picking at my last piece of sanity like meat off of discarded bones.
Sep 14, 2022
Sep 14, 2022 at 1:52 AM UTC
My anxiety eats at me. It slowly devours me from the inside out, and it hurts. It runs through my veins, makes my heart race, and teases me with mild subsides. Deep breaths stoke its fire and clear minds fade rapidly to constant thoughts. If it's not one thing, it's another, and another, and another. I just want freedom from the feeling of ants marching through my mind, picking at my last piece of sanity like meat off of discarded bones.
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