I never want to feel the symptoms again. This is not even a joke, you can never boast about it. Sweaty palms, trembling, pounding heart, crying, hopelessness. This shit will never stay away from me. What did I do to feel this shit.
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I Don't Want To Forget
PoetryAnxiety leads to poetry and this is my only way presenting myself... naked.
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I never want to feel the symptoms again. This is not even a joke, you can never boast about it. Sweaty palms, trembling, pounding heart, crying, hopelessness. This shit will never stay away from me. What did I do to feel this shit.