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Anxiety Hits.


Cold as stone and poisoned to the soul, I look up at the sky and keep wishing i will float away and become a new me, a better me, and someone who doesn't suffer from adhd or depression or anxiety, and passing my emotions on a shelf and laying them there as my mind is filled with other poisons and thoughts. I’ve been overthinking and i can’t keep thinking anymore because all I do is cry because that's how i get the pain to go away, if I grab a blade then what will I do next? My heart is bleeding out from all the lies and rumors going around and I feel like I need to just float away to be unnoticed forever because it's already working, I never get noticed anyways and all people do is play with emotions acting like they are toys. 

 
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