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Survival

This Isn't me I am not what I used to be
Panic,Depression and Anxiety grabed ahold
of me Posttraumatic stress disorder as well
It's hard to beleive All day I sit in shame
of what I became with no one to blame Just
months ago I'd acheived anything the severity
is so intense all this don't make sense
It's hard for me to stand feels like I'm sinking
in quicksand somedays would just rather drift
off to dreamland these symptoms are hard to ignore
wish I was like before It's hard to take a walk
I feel like I am being stalked my self-esteem was
extreme now I worry whats flowing through my
bloodstream honestly If it was not for my spouse
I would be in a nuthouse tired of being on defense
when I am used to being on offense this disease Is
so vulgar I feel like a beat down whoremonger now
I got a team to help me maybe get back to the old
me
Written by Pok3rMan312
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