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Anxiety

 

I ask myself again

how I got to be like

this, but I don’t have an

answer. At least, not a

straight one. I take a breath:

deep, long, slow. Another

one, and then one more, and

I’m back to Earth again.

 

It’s terrifying here,

but I don’t exactly

know why. And my feet are

stuck in the sand—if I

could only run until

my lungs burst, I might feel

safe again. If only

I weren’t so afraid.

If only, if only….

 

4/2/12

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  1. April 2, 2012 at 9:17 pm

    P.S. This is basically the most emo-kid thing I’ve written in forever and a day. Just fyi.

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