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This Beautiful World...

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How long have I journeyed?
From where did I come?

What have I been doing?
And where am I to go?

Lost and weary
I lie here alone
In the cold silent night

Yet out of the deep darkness I suddenly feel
The quiet beckoning of something familiar
Swirling around me

As I listen
To the whispered songs
Of the distant shifting seas

And open my eyes
To the softly flickering fire
Of the countless stars above

A warmth rises slowly
From the depths of my heart

What is this feeling?
Is it Joy? Or is it Sorrow?

It wells up inside me
Until it overflows

And then...
I remember.

I remember and I recognize
This Beautiful World...

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myawfulpersonality:

Having an anxiety disorder is like that moment where your chair almost tips or you miss a step going down the stairs but it never stops

Shit

Truth

THIS IS THE ONLY DESCRIPTION OF ANXIETY I HAVE EVER IDENTIFIED WITH

THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE

BUT HOURS- SOMETIMES DAYS- LONG