anxietyA Poem by whitfitt
It’s cold and quiet.
I’m alone, yet I feel surrounded. What is happening? I can’t breathe. I close my eyes, nothing feels right. I open them, everything is still the same. What can stop this? Who can stop this?
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Added on March 24, 2011 Last Updated on March 24, 2011 Author
whitfittFt. Worth, TXAboutI'm Whitney. I love God, Volkswagens, stretched lobes, tattoos, piercings, cats, sleeping, writing, Tumblr, comedy movies, reading, sleeping, smiling, laughing, sleeping, being barefoot, driving, coff.. more..Writing
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