Storm Of Anxiety
- Nov 21, 2021
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 16, 2022
Moments when air doesn’t exist,
Made my lungs twist,
I wished to get assist,
No one showed up when I barely exist,
My soul longed for me to breathe,
But I find that too steep,
Terrified that I might even leap,
It seems impossible to breathe.
Thoughts are slowly chopping me to death,
Heart pounding hard to get out of my chest,
My soul was so stressed,
Their actions are dragging me to death.
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My Testimony 1.3
Published Date: 11/23/2021 10:37 pm
Author: Micah Reign
Poetic Thinker; Devoted Lives
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