Anxiety
That's what's killing her.
She's lost; she's full of fear.
Sometimes she's uncomfortable in her own skin.
She wants to flee,disappear,and turn off her thoughts
Swarming through her head.
She wants to lock herself inside her room
Where no one could see her
The outside world frightens her.
She rather be alone,
Where anxiety doesn't
Haunt her.

— A. E.
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