It's the uncontrollable shakes that vibrate through my body.
It's the hard labored breathing in and out that pushes tons of pain against my chest, making it difficult to breathe.
It's never knowing when or where or what triggers it.
It's never wanting to communicate with people anymore.
It's always needing to be completely alone.
It's always feeling insecure.
It's doubting yourself every step you take.
It's never feeling love from anyone.
It's being broken all the time.
It's always the unknown.
It's agony.
It's anxiety.
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The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
