Chest Anxiety

I'm hurting. Bad. I feel like crying and that my insides are just so bruised, slain, sore, and punctured with holes left oozing painful and irreparable guts. I am trapped within my molecular structure, screaming fury and angst on the inside; yet, so silent on the outside, alone, misunderstood, and never capable of true integration with human beings. There's a storm of emotions circumventing my internal body that I wish would just stop. I feel so incapable.

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