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Anxiety

Anxiety A mental condition characterized by excessive apprehensiveness about real or perceived threats Anxiety is such a fickle thing It can wrap around my throat like a noose, choking me until I am unable to breathe Or it can hide in the background, whispering poison thoughts in my ear, tainting every situation with distress and uncertainty But no matter the form it takes, it never leaves me My constant companion An unwilling partnership forged in memories I have lost to time It has been around in all my biggest moments There for every low and every high In every memory, leaching the color from my successes Darkening the shadows of my failures Anxiety is the chains that keep me locked in my own mind Never truly me I am only the carefully curated picture my anxiety paints, and allows the world to see Do I even exist without anxiety?

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