AnxietyAwareness
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I wake up every day and take a nice long stretch
Noticing my room is a mess
My energy cannot be spent on the trivial
Instead it is spent on the vital:
Getting up, sitting down, eating, breathing,
I can't breathe
I'm surrounded by people
but I have never
been so alone
I feel the walls
closing in around me
I'm shaking
uncontrollably now
I'm scared
