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by Ariana Yeager 8 months ago in performance poetry
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The anxiety is there, but we don’t have to accept it.

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The pain doesn’t end, the hurt doesn’t stop. My heart races and I can’t relax my mind.

I can’t sleep, my body remains restless throughout the day, feeling the need to do something but having no motivation to do anything at all.

I feel the hunger, but I don’t want to eat. I feel the drive but I crush it. I feel the anxiety, I allow it.

I’m never in control of my mind. I’m never in control of my body. Both disobey my wishes and I feel powerless.

I feel the tightening in my throat, and the tsunamis in my stomach.

The thoughts in my head are always there. Serving as a constant torturing soundtrack. I’ve gotten used to their background noise. But just because you get used to something, doesn’t mean you have to accept it.

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Ariana Yeager

But, what if it does work out?

She walks through Hell with a smile because she owns her demons.

Don't say why me, say try me.

If you can't beat the fear, do it scared.

You only live once? False. You live everyday.

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