Normal days killed her but so did eventful days...
Being alone sucked but so did being around people.
Everyday, everywhere no matter what, she would endlessly tap her feet, she would make the inside of her mouth a victim to bleeding, she would tangle her hair from twirling it so much...
Every second she was in pain...
She was anxious...
Every day she fought something that she couldn't see.
Much like anxiety.
Anxious was Anxiety's nicer little sibling but was as annoying and painful as the other.
But that's the thing, you see her enemy wasn't the world her enemy was just herself...
And she never won...
Not even once.
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Thoughts And Excerpts. || #Wattys2018
Poetry||Started: 1st April 2018.|| ||Ended: 15th November 2018|| some things I think about :) Along with some quotes that I add deeper meaning too. Some things that I talk about in this book are to no one. Some are dreams. Some are nightmares. Also some t...
