One night, her words won’t rhyme.
Her verses will die a slow death,
a little at a time,
mocking every memory she wrote.
On that night, your poetry will write… 119 more words
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I was 12 years old the first time I experienced significant struggles with anxiety. Although I’d always been a kind of overwrought child, it had mostly manifested in a sort of obsessive hypochondria about my physical well-being. 814 more words