My thoughts sometimes wander
into paranoia, they make my
stomach turn, and twist up
in tight knots. I worry about
the littlest things, and I get
so worked up inside, it feels
like there’s hands around my
neck. I sometimes can’t
breathe, and my heart feels
like it’s banging on my chest,
begging to be ripped out so
I don’t have to feel this way
again.

-i.c. "Anxiety" (via delicatepoetry)

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