I am anxiety.
I am impending doom
The fear for my safety in a crowded room
I am that stress and worry, the fear of death
I will make you want to struggle for your very last breath
your aches and pains, are more then they seem.
your body isn't your safe place, your stuck in a dream.
your thoughts will be scattered, your social life shattered.
I am anxiety.
Your body is tired. It's not self inflicted.
You can't avoid a fear that never existed.

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