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lördag 20 mars 2021

You made me a slave to my own anxiety


I am a slave to my own anxiety

It even destroys the simplest things

Everything that everyone takes for granted

Becoming a problem for me it paralyzes me

There is no cure for my illness

It is not a disease, it is a lifelong curse

There is no magic cure

So why is it so difficult for others to accept and understand

I'm not a disease I'm who I am and I can not change

You say I have a disability I say I have another ability

You made me a slave to my own anxiety 

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