anxiety
selling my shadow for an afternoon; sweet conversation and wan smiles; chills and shivering in the wind, calling for winter to shut the door and stop letting the atmosphere get so drafty; close my eyes and press my face against glass; i read anxiety in two people, two completely different shades: one an awakened happiness and feeling beautiful and needed but also feeling the fear of an end of something that never truly began. the other, a quiet desperation, a silent scream inside that says i am not worth this, i am not beautiful and the anxious tone that is hidden behind apathy.
its almost a bizzare form of self-punishment.
You are worth this, you are beautiful. ((i know this form of self-punishment too well)) xoxo, K
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one an awakened happiness and feeling beautiful and needed but also feeling the fear of an end of something that never truly began oh.oh.
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feeling beautiful is priceless. xx
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oh my god i know this. i know this story. (and it almost feels like a releif to hear someone else say it) Be brave. xx
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that was absolutetly lovely
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