a pain, a symptom or a faint,
no rest for the mind, no break,
anxiety's cruel brush and paint.
Dark walls, no breath to take,
a neverending cycle vicious,
panick attacks blend in the mix,
not exactly a life delicious.
But not the fear is so bad,
nor all the false alarms,
it's the tiring exhaustment,
the loosing hope, that harms.
Anxiety's most evil part.
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