Fading faster than being formed

Don't want to be seen, Don't want to be ignored.

Conversations seem like riddles

The world is a weight

Anxiety, My second skin

Why do you do this to me?

Thoughts abscond my mind

Collapsing into my lungs

Breathless, Restricted, Mentally blocked.

Autopilot enabled, invented by doubt itself

I still exist

Somewhere in the background

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