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How did my home become this?
How did my greatest and worst fears go from falling and heights and monsters in my closet;
To footsteps outside my bedroom door
To unexpected calls,
To talking to people even if they are my closest friends?


To buying stuff in stores,
To failing school,
To sharing my creations of writing and art?


To eating in front of people,
To walking down the street,
To laughter and gossip behind my back?
How did my greatest fears turn into the home that occupies my mind as the anxiety and panic that I feel 24/7?

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  1. UnknownMarch 24, 2017 at 7:54 AM

    I relate to this, it's a bit jumbled but wonderful nonetheless

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