Useless

My hands are shaking.

No, I can't find my grip.

I keep losing it.

I keep losing.

No, I don't feel anything.

I only feel pain.

Im turning numb.

I am fear,

I am anxiety,

I am concerned.

I am paranoia.

As thin as felt, and i'm beginning to tear.

Tear apart, break and fall.

I can't process.

I can't get over this hill thrown in front of me.

My hands are shaking.

My world is breaking.

My life is ending.

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