Letter #22

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Dear Anxiety,

You are ever present. You've been ingrained into every part of me. Every nervous molecule. Every rapid heartbeat. Every silent tear. And the not so silent. I'm in a constant state of suffocation. Every intake of breath pains me. Breathing shouldn't be this hard. It had stopped being this hard. I thought I was doing better. I thought I was finally winning. But it was all a joke. A sad twisted joke. You let me believe I could beat you. Now I'm falling in so deep into your darkness that I can't see any light left. There's no sunshine or blue skies. Just storms and lighting. I can't escape you. I can't move at all.


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