My depression is like an anchor. It keeps me from, well everything really.
My anxiety is like a loud bell, ringing and ringing in my ears. It keeps me from, well everything really.
My social anxiety is like a pair of cuffs and a gag that keeps me from speaking my mind and you know, everything really.
Myself, i am like a rose. Oh so delicate and but oh so easily crushed. I am a bright red rose, i stand out and that is why they pluck me out. I keep myself from doing, well everything really.
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masquerade
Randomwe keep dancing because the music tells us to. I am singing to block out the voices in my head. we wear masks so no one can see that we would rather be at home. no party like the masquerade.
