Chapter 17 of 20

Fine

Poems for the soul37 words~1 min read

Nauseous

Sinking in

Feeling deep defeat

Hand numb, and cold.

Anxiety slowly creepin , prying inside.

I try to get help but

I can not speak loud

Voice muted, drowned out.

Although I try

I'm quiet

Fine

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