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ANXIETY

Date Written: September 5, 2017
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3am deep at thought.


A purpose still being sought.


On the tip of the mind.


Like a sharp knives edge.


Deadly thoughts that linger by.


Making me wonder why I'm here.


Fearing the presence of those I hold dear.

For the disappointment on their faces. 

If they knew my minds places 


Like a frowned dancer. 


Trying to make her way through. 

Or a gentle flower.


Drowned by the morning dew. 

Being loved in a social gathering. 

But fearing what society is asking. 

Holding back a beast in thee. 

That just wants to break free.


It makes its holder freeze. 

Oblivious to the slightest breeze. 

A mind uncomfortable to bare. 

Anxieties deadly lair. 
 

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