Pain
Stress is eating me alive welling on my face in the form of weepy hives
sores scaled over my lips and cheeks
pin needles stick into me.
Is this is what it feels like to live with anxiety?
childhood tremors, terrors once new.
The scarring of my once hidden history paining me and showing up on my precious face.
I’m in need of a cetirzine hydrochloride.
send help!
this is a bad waging of war inside of me
Backwards!
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