Back To the Drawing Board
Lost in my own sorrow
can't even keep a friend
My constant source and window
just slammed in my face
Chalk lines and smudge marks
travel across my face
I just wish to be held
and someone to hear my fears
Anxiety builds
and screws with my mind
One more day and everything
will most likely be fine
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