Tired and Worn

As my body starts to shake,

I realize I might begin to hyperventilate.

Taking deep breathes, one by one,

I start to gain control again.

Overwhelmed and full of stress,

I begin to have anxiety attacks.

Tired and so worn out

I wouldn't mind if my life ended now

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