Imagine a world so fragile that with the slightest breath out of place… everything would come tumbling down.
Chaos.
Pure panic.
The ground would erupt, and the birds would plummet into the dark pits that the burning trees had created. Houses would start crumbling to nothing around streets gushing with boiling water. There is no running for an escape. Because you’re frozen. Ice has scaled its way up your legs, and you can’t move.
You’re stuck.
Panic.
Your heart races rapidly in your chest as you struggle for freedom.
No use.
The more you struggle, the further the ice climbs. Death is galloping towards you, and no one seems to care.
All they can say is, “Just calm down.”
The boiling water hits.
– This is Anxiety
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