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BANG!


anxiety are the  bullets loaded into the gun of stress bang! with the first shot

your mind goes everywhere every possible outcome for one simple question  bang the second shot you can't stop

thinking about school what happens if i don't pass who class am i failing i know this is my fault but all this

work can be stressful bang! with the third shot you feel yourself slowly sinking into a hole being pulled

down by something unknown bang! the forth shot u realize ur the only one pulling yourself down and you can't

get back up because it keeps pulling and with every shot that's already been sent you feel yourself getting

weaker bang! the final shout sends u spiraling into your mind a mind filled with self doubt every mistake you

made every problem you've started u fall into depression no escape you won't let anyone in and your own

self hate won't let you out you are trapped 

 
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