anxious

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when it comes to say hello, its darkness eating at my temporary happiness, it resides in my chest. sometimes it just sits there, minding its business and sometimes it tightens around my lungs until i cannot breathe anymore. sometimes it wants to rest in my throat, pushing its way up to get out. sometimes, it's so quiet, i forget it's there. sometimes it's so loud, i forget myself.

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