Chaos …

She is always running. Running from a lot of things ā€” Her responsibilities, her past, honestly anything that reminds her of the hurt that cut her so deep she never really learned to heal from it. Instead, she learned how to keep it a secret. All of her grief, her anger, and her fears bottled up in a pint-sized holder in her heart. During the day, she seems confident but she’s good at putting on an act. Her deepest fears come out in the middle of the night when she wakes she gasps for air. The anxiety becomes too overwhelming and it hurts her to breathe. She feels the knot in her throat grow as her thoughts circle and wander. Her mind is always in a constant state of chaos. She always told herself she deserved better, yet better never came.


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