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Anxiety

Anxiety

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When my anxiety kills me!

When I am the one ordeal!

It's horde everywhere,

Yet no one to solace me!

Why not a somatic misery?

But a torment so much conceal!


Why hurt me when you can sway me?

Why not quell me staying unrevealed?

Make me your slave!

And I shall remember nil of my past!

Long gone from my family's sight!



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