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Anxiety

I know I’ll get darked off I know it will happen Every situation stunts to a crap end The anxiety builds and it kills composure Brake leads dangle on hills, gravity shows ya, Speed rises as you head for disaster Helpless to it, continuously faster The heartbeat pulse and cardiovascular sweat beads bind as thoughts flabbergaster. This is anxiety, and what it’s like It’ll strike anytime of day or night it overwhelms the mental fight To a world of worry and constant fright

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Date: 3/30/2019 9:49:00 PM
Anxiety is real; and so is this poem, Nick.
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