i wish
i wish
the tightness in
my chest,
my throat,
would fade away.
the brush of stress acne would leave,
the chills would pass,
the wave of reality wouldn’t ever hit.
the thoughts wouldn't haunt:
the remembrance of my past present or future wouldn’t come.
the hum of anxiety would be sucked from me like a vacuum.
if only my wishes would come true
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