Dera Anxiety Part 1
Dear Anxiety,
I just can’t get away from you. Your words cut deeper than the knife I use to cut steak and the scars you leave hurt more than a 3rd degree burn. But yet, I enjoy your presence. It's like I've been stuck with you so long it's hard to get away now. Sometimes you're good , sometimes you're bad. You tell me what's right and what's wrong;but often have me second guessing the decisions I have made.
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