Having an anxiety filled day. Need to get it all out in a poem.
Tricks Those old feelings creep up. The dread and desire to hide. My heart races, and my mind wonders. To run and hide, away from the pain It is just my mind, is it real or just in my mind? These thoughts keep coming, creeping up on me. Are they real? Is what I am thinking real? Of my anxiety playing tricks on me?
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