Hidden out of sight

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Someday’s I just want to stay hidden under a cloud of sheets and pillows. Locked away where no one can find me. Closed off and alone, the isolation is easier to bear than the outside world.

Anxiety eats away at my confidence, it eats away at my strength and my character. Each morning on the surface I float, step outside or spend another day hidden away? Every day I feel the push and pull.

Only I can break the cycle. Take that step and leave my bed or spend another countless day watching it pass by.

Out of sight out of mind.

 

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