self-portrait #3: Anxiety

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My mind goes to a thousand per hour, my thoughts torment me, I can't even breathe properly. The utopia of what I want to be, and the painful silence of what I am, makes me lose myself in a frantic torment. People around me can't even imagine the panic attack that nests in my nails, anxiety eats me and I'm dying, but I'll live to tell about it another day