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With my Anxiety


Hello, should I say it strung, or upbeat head up to make myself seem wise?

Thoughts that cloud my mind hours before we even meet and please let's talk about goodbyes.

Each word carefully planned do not overthink it.

Take a break you're overthinking it.

Numbered days in deep thought what by... Oh yeah, my anxiety.

That's is my daily dose of reality.

I think I look great in this it's one of my favorite outfits.

Relative: That seems a bit tight on you, into the closest guess I will see it when it fits.

Did I do enough, maybe I should do more?

Never thinking enough is enough going beyond my front door.

 

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makaysolis
<div id="st-safari-extension-is-installed">great peice</div>

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