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Daily Anxiety

She opened the front door.
She looked left then looked right.
She felt that weird feeling.
She had felt many times before.
She usually felt this feeling in the dead of night.
She instantly felt light-headed and had to sit down.
She sat on her step with her head in her hands.
She tried to breath.
She tried to calm down.
She lifts her head and looks at the clear blue sky.
She is torn between Needing to live and wanting to die.
johnnydark1 Nice poem