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My anxiety has struck yet again, Coincidentally enough till this day she remains my best friend, An angel who combined with anxiety has created the perfect sin, A girl who’s battling within, An inescapable battle against herself that she has no choice but to defend, A constant mind battler that just so solely wants to make amends, But Ana has declared that only to her I can attend. Constant, irrational thoughts are overpowering my brain, It’s gotten to the point where I’ve truly felt myself going insane, For a normal life is something that I’ll never be able to sustain, And at times I silently curse in vein, When realistically I know no one is truly to blame. Or how about when I feel as if I’m going to IMplode, Yet I sit there appearing normal when silently I want all of my anxious thoughts to EXplode. For years I’ve tried to decipher her code and through these years she gained a friend, His name’s depression, Now before I end this poem I have one last confession, Let’s see if anyone can answer me this question, Will my anxiety and depression ever allow me a state of regression? For I’ve been back and forth with my progression, Yet binded together they won’t allow me any form of discretion, And I heard Ana tell Depression that it was for my own protection.