Anxiety
When distraught, I feel
As though I were breaking
Making the deals
Inside my head
Not knowing what lays ahead.
Perishing in my own mind
Countless results I find
Leaving everything concealed
Never knowing what is in the field
Crying I try
But never fulfills the need
When everything I feel
Needs to be freed
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