Anxiety fills up my body like a drug coursing through the veins
Every little thought won't stop, making me feel like I'm afraid. Two different things are being told, I don't know what to believe. I believe him, but I also believe what I see. I want him to be honest, I won't be mad. Maybe some truth and we can all be glad. Is it him, or is it me, cause all I feel is this anxiety. My hands are shaking, I feel like I'm sick, sometimes these feelings go away just like a light switch. So is it him or is it me, am I simply overthinking? I don't know what to believe, I just hope he stays true to me.
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The demons within
Short StoryJust a small collection of my writings. May be from when I was high, depressed, anxious
