I realized today that I have stopped living life.
I'm literally just trying to get to the next day,
just living in the thought of tomorrow.
I'm not living,
I'm waiting.
And the trouble is,
I don't know what I'm exactly waiting for.
I'm kind of scared for what it might be.
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is hard; I decided to write this 5 years ago and I rarely update. I come back to read what I had as this description, "there is no escape." I lied, there is an escape. I don't know how to feel to about this book anymore but most seem to enjo...
