It’s a weight on my chest.
The inability to breath.
I hold my breath until I can’t anymore.
Hoping it will make the feeling go away.
It just grows stronger, swelling until my chest bursts.
Anxiety
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Published by jacieryals
Jacie: a full-time college student studying Biology and writing. She is a normal 19 year old, learning the rules of life, experiencing the ups and downs, and learning from her mistakes like anyone else. She understands the importance of learning, observing, and living. Here you will find a recollection of her thoughts and opinions, based on her everyday life experiences. View all posts by jacieryals
