Trying to hold on
Everyone talking at the same Talking at me, talking around me The crowd starts in as trickle, then on goes to a full out down pour. I get pushed, pulled as I try to make it through the pounds of flesh that is set around me. When I finally make it through, can breathe. It's a relief for now until it happens again. This is what one of many anixety disorders can be like for a person.
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