Letter #19

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Dear Anxiety,

It's dark in here. I've been drowning for so long that I have convinced myself that I can breathe with lungs full of water. But it's all an illusion, created by my desperation as I feel my sanity slip away with every lie I tell myself. I don't know what I'm doing or how I keep going. But I do. Because this is all I know how to do. Keep going.



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