Anxiety and Me: A Love Story
One night I asked my anxiety, "if you love me, why do you hurt me?" It said love hurts. It said everything hurts. It says it hurts me to make me tough. It says I'm vulnerable so it is trying to be my armour. I asked it, "if you're my armour then why do things still hurt me?" It said love hurts. It said everything hurts.
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