2021 already passed. Now it's end of 2022.
And I'm still stuck in my slump with anxiety that I created.
Being frustrated already part of me.
I knew it better than anyone else.
Because I'm facing it right now.
Everytime I look at my arm, I had that intention.
How it feels.
Every fucking time I feel like stop breathing I looked at it.
It's hurt. My heart still hurting.
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