Anxiety
It’s the beast in the pit
Your stomach is churning
You start to breath deep
Stop.
Open your eyes
Start again
Feel the words catch
Choke.
No matter what
It’s there inside you
The monster of doubt
Of self-loathing
Fall.
And then get back up.
Run.
It can’t be there forever.
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