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I get stuck
Right now it's like my brain is in a battle
I am only just existing as both sides feel like a spark burning out
Their spirits lost and yet it is not the feeling of relief that will soon over take me
I lose all hope all motivation all will to function
I am empty
I grow calmer as my fingers hit this keyboard
I know the second I stop the troops will have brought reinforcement
The constant war within my head will continue at a stalemate.
Anxiety is fighting my motivation like it is out for blood
And yet if that were the case then only my blood would spill
I struggle with myself and yet more often than not depression seems to win
It is a temporary takeover but causes misery for me
I cheer on my motivation even as it is squashed
Anxiety and Depression are relentless and yet so am I
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