Anxiety
Raindrops trickle down slowly on to the concrete from my mom's passenger car
door window.
Just like all the tears that has gently trickled down my face in my lifetime.
My tears bring stress, and stress brings anxiety, and anxiety brings a broken heart .
That makes me want to fall apart.
Therefore I shall keep calm, and sing a little hum.
For my hum will help me.
Then I will glow more then the sun has ever glowed before.
-Taylor Owens
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