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a few words can save a life.

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NightlyLies

Published: Mar 30, 2010

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i mistake the pounding of my heart for footsteps, closer and closer they come. my stomach turns and flips around behind my skin, my teeth grind together until they are chipping and slipping down my chin.

     what will happen when they finally reach their hand out towards me?

i'll scream and screech and whimper and whine, except i will be as silent as possible. 'don't show you're scared and worried. show them you can handle this whether they want you to or not.' i close my eyes and take a slow breath that fills my entire body, making me feel like i could fly away. but i won't fly away today. not this time.

     i will softly whisper a word or two.

they will wrap their fingers tightly around mine, bring them to their lips, and tell me that i will make it through this. that i'm strong. that i'm brave for getting out of bed almost every
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TouchedWithFire

sometimes those few words we exchange make me feel on top of thee entire world. isn't that worth it? i suppose so.

i based this on my social anxiety and how some situations feel to me.

contest: i entered this into #Anxiety-Disorders's what does anxiety mean to you? conest
update: i got second, ya'll.