The way she clutches her hand,
The way her leg keeps making certain movements,
The way she keeps ticking her fingernail on her table,
The way her toe keeps doing that rhythmic motion,
The way her mind keeps working,
The way sweat tickles her spine,
The way her heartbeats makes deafening noise,
The way a thousand pins prickled her head,
The way she breathes profoundly,
The way her teeth clenches to the extent it starts screeching,
The way she feel shapes forming up in darkness,
The way her demons come to look her in the eye and say ‘hello’,
The way she feels cold to her bones,
The way she trembles and her bones hurt mournfully,
The way she keeps tracing the same circle again and again and again…The way she starts her life from the scratch every few months,
That’s exactly how anxiety feels like!
Can’t helped. Darkness craves for her
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She’s made of darkness!
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Amazing… those lines 😍
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Thank you 😊
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