Anxiety
I’m stuck inside this hollow place my thoughts become loud and I begin to shake
There’s that feeling again that I can’t break
Just praying for some peace while I lie awake
The thought of what’s going on and what’s going wrong, and if only life were a perfect psalm
My head is spinning. My stomachs caving in
Everything hits all at once again
The wind slows down, drops of rain hit chin
The storm has finally come to end
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