Anxiety
There is anxiety burning up inside of me there's no one told me that I had the right to be a man trying to live my life righteously so God let me in the hand and provide the light for me to describe me to the point where I just can't sleep get on my knees and pray that God goes before me and strengthen so what's your description of this thing called anxiety
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