Anxiety is a natural drug for me it flows through my veins. It stops me from doing everything. Telling that boy you like him. Longing for a response
. The feeling your hands get all sweaty when you look at him. When he talks your stomach seems to tighten. You suddenly forget how to breathe. Your eyes blur and you can no longer see. Your body gets tired and your knees become weak. You don't want him to catch you looking at him. But you have to look. He's so handsome...But you can never have him for yourself.
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Simply Relatable.
PoetryEnjoy the simple relatable poems. You know how you feel. But try to get other to know how you feel is almost impossible. Turn to a world a world to get lost in a world full of emotion.