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[political_fruit]

My anxiety has dreams about anxiety. I'm in a car that does not belong to me. I cannot adjust the mirrors or seat well enough to stop the frantic of my mind. I cannot see, blind spots turn into my only form of vision. I am best friends with doubt. No amount of lavender scent will ease the hardwiring of my brain. There is no such ritual to rid me of

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[iamenergy]

If you can find solace in this, know that you're not alone <3