Fell Prey Too
many times over the
past version of self
fell prey to anxieties that
plagued the mind
the past self fought against
bouts of irrational thoughts
that ran through the mind
an obsession to find a way out of the
anxiety became a compulsion
self-over analyzation became the norm
that the past self fell prisoner too
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