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The Monster Within


It creeps up on me Slowly and surely I feel it grasping thee Around my heart the feelings curly Closing in I can't think Everything spins I can't see I was doing so well I hit a kink I can't sit still I just can't be. Anxiety I feel the cool air in Warm air out Until I come back to reality Anxiety.
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