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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