Anxiety

I feel the pains in my chest, it hard to breathe.

I got a feeling it's stress, what else could it be?

Will I make ends meet and see another day?

Or is this it? when every thing flies away?

Anxiety is the answer, is this what life is suppose to be?

This poem is about: 
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