Anxiety

Wed, 08/01/2018 - 01:37 -- riesasc

The ghost that whispers doubt in your ear.

 

The fear that makes you afraid of everything.

 

The immediate action of either fight or flight.

 

Something that sticks with you and rarely leaves.

 

Sometimes it will turn against you and beat you down.

 

Some wall that blocks your path to happiness.

 

This thing is anxiety.

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