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Anxiety Racing thoughts fill my brain, As if they are tearing up the track. My head pounds like falling rain, And my heart is under attack. Is there anything that can end this pain? My palms are sweating profusely, Why is everyone staring? My thoughts are swirling abstrusely, The bustling voices are blaring, And I stumble around obtusely. When will this end? I’m losing control. How do I transcend This dismal state as black as coal How much longer can I pretend? 9/20/21 Emile Pinet Quintain (Sicilian)

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Date: 11/12/2021 3:22:00 AM
Wonderful write. Love it. God bless you, Love, Gina
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Date: 9/20/2021 11:27:00 AM
Deep breaths bring enlightening oxygen . . . .
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