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@jkfhjkjg · 1:39
Breathe in Breathe Out
Anxiety. You live inside of me. But the stories you tell is a lie to me. Like you're tied to me. I need an outlet, see? Like writing poetry. Relax. Be still. That's what they say to me in the mirror, see? You make me hide from me. It's like I owe myself an apology. When it's hard for me to navigate my inner astrology, my inner thoughts and feelings are real calm beneath the surface