It’s heavy
It hurts
It’s closing in
It’s dark
It’s squeezing me
It’s suffocating me
It’s tiring
It aches
It’s ongoing
It’s growing
It’s debilitating
It’s strong
It’s paralysing
It’s loud
It’s itchy
It’s wanting food
It’s seeking attention
It’s impatient
It’s disliking disorder
It’s wanting control
It’s afraid
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Author:
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