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  The Monster Behind Your Eyes  
  The Monster Behind Your Eyes  
I know you think this can'
Anxiety is... it's the silent killer. I have to cater to everyone's needs. I must but it's not enough. I'm trying so hard it's never enough. Wdon't they like me?
It wasn't like this before, nothing had haunted my soul.
Introvert, Extrovert, Social-butterfly, Kid who’s hiding in the corner sitting all alone. All these titles all these labels
He knows the importance of vertical strokes. And to plant a garden,
I’m not charismatic Beautiful
Curled up on an armchair My fingers stained with ink or lead  Shaking hands and too many tears shed  I've never been able to get this anxiety under control  The slightest slip up and I feel completely alone 
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