'anxiety' ' 'fear' 'mental illness' 'mental health' 'despair' 'BPD'

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It marches in boldly, Adulation no retraction. No holds barred, Wrong reaction. It invades you forces you, Sour taste makes you spit. Turning your thoughts into a thick soup of shit.
i am a fragile bird my wings too frail to fly the bones in my ribcage snapped spinal cord severed this cage around me is not metal, yet made of bone
It hits me like waves.Each battering me back down to the ground.Underneath me sand flowsEnsuring I have no solid foundation to standI'm drowning in an ocean of peopleA maelstrom of complexity and chaos.
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