Anxiety
I am afraid to speak my mind because what if I
speak the wrong things, Education is the only interest
worthy the deep , controlling anxiety I cannot tell myself
what will happen but I can tell myself it will be different
when the light pour in. For as long as I can remember I
have stuffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which
have tried to express my words. Sometime I get so sad that
it is hard to breathe so can anyone tell me how do you
expect me to talk about my words when they are sitting
on my lungs and my heart.
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