My broken brain

Broken 

My brain feels like it is broken in two. One half is outgoing and kind etc. The other half is scared and on the thin line of sanity. My anxiety is very tender. The slightest poke and it flares into a monsterous beast from hell sucking my soul out. Than there are the times that I do feel peaceful. Those times are precious and times when I can think clearly and wonder why the hell do I ever get anxious.

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