She was beautiful, but not like those girls who praised by the people . She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
Anxiety
No matter how far within my mind I run, my anxiety always catches me. Even if I hide, my anxiety always finds me. There's no escape, there's no peace. Just a constant battle within my mind.
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