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ANXIETY


I've heard all the names,

weird, ugly, and such a freak,

yeah they say it's a disease,

something that's eating at me,

 

I can't walk through the crowds easily,

why am I so scared,

there's nothing chasing after me,

is just the fear inside,

 

this feeling,

this way of life,

this thing inside,

they call it anxiety

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