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anxiety


I realized today that I have 

stopped living life.

I'm literally just trying to get to the

next day, just living off

the thought of tomorrow.

I'm not living, I'm waiting.

And the trouble is,

I don't know what 

I am exactly waiting for.

I'm kind of scared

for what it might be.

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