Inside, Anxiety Drives Introverts.


Are there any more more boundaries?

As if, not having social endurance was enough.

Taken from chances to change circumstances.

Stuck looking back at how far you come.

Tolerated for toleration.

Simple exchange, until distance becomes a middle man.

Running away from the air.

In and out, in and out... wait, am I dying to live?

Outside of that, breath and cover your mouth over there.

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