Excerpts from my Notepad

Everyday it’s a battle with self;

Today the anxiety wraps around me like a glove. There’s a swelling in my throat and a tightness in my chest, I keep telling myself to take a breather. But I feel like I’m under water, I’m submerged in the ocean of my thoughts. I’m fighting back the tears but some teardrops find their way through the barricades to my eyes.

The World is here to see a show,let’s give them one worth watching

🧶

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