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Shattered stained glass
I feel like im at the end.
Like my body is barely holding onto life.
My tongue touches the roof of my mouth to sound a word but its all trapped inside.
This is not the way i enjoy living. This is the worst Ive felt in a while. Anxiety rocks my core and I only have Christ to clinch to. My heart is racing pounding. My limbs shaking. Lungs are rapidly but shallowly breathing in and out. My vision seems to have a slight blur and my nose burns as i inhale.
I hate this. Anxiety takes away my happy go lucky drive and replaces it with a quick fuse and undesirable thoughts. Im back to thinking about my heart beating hard and fast and whats wrong with me...
Whats wrong with me?
Like my body is barely holding onto life.
My tongue touches the roof of my mouth to sound a word but its all trapped inside.
This is not the way i enjoy living. This is the worst Ive felt in a while. Anxiety rocks my core and I only have Christ to clinch to. My heart is racing pounding. My limbs shaking. Lungs are rapidly but shallowly breathing in and out. My vision seems to have a slight blur and my nose burns as i inhale.
I hate this. Anxiety takes away my happy go lucky drive and replaces it with a quick fuse and undesirable thoughts. Im back to thinking about my heart beating hard and fast and whats wrong with me...
Whats wrong with me?
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