So many unfinished journals, when did I become so lazy
Lost in despair, betting on dwindled hope
Time to get back, lost conscience of hours past
A constant reminder of tomorrow, visions unclear
On the brink, anxiety and confidence clash
Dare myself to shock my fears, speak and let the world hear
If I could cross the line, I'd be a queen
Rule my fears today, overstepping perfectionism.


the tiny space outside my anxiety is as wild as a ferocious lion tearing all apart



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