Why I Write
Writing only comes natural
It is like my head knows what to write while my hands take over
Writing pen to paper lets me express myself in a different, unique way
Anxiety is the key to my insecurity
The sudden rush that goes through my body, the dripping sweat through my palms, and the extreme worriedness
Whenever you try to cure something that is impossible to is the worst thing tyou can imagine
It is unfair
Inherited from family or just an unlucky cause
Anxiety haunts people
Taking them down one by one
Scarring their souls forever from being able to breathe
Making them fearful of being constantly judged
I write to free my soul, to let it breathe
It is the only thing that will set me free
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