Tired and Worn
As my body starts to shake,
I realize I might begin to hyperventilate.
Taking deep breathes, one by one,
I start to gain control again.
Overwhelmed and full of stress,
I begin to have anxiety attacks.
Tired and so worn out
I wouldn't mind if my life ended now
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