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Stressed
Obsessed
Needed a vice
Mind frozen like ice
Stressed
Obsessed
Anxiety and OCD
Overpowering me
Stressed
Obsessed
Depressed
Didn't know where to turn
My mind was going to burn
Didn't know how to comprehend my disease
Constantly weak in the knees
Poetry held the key
It was this voice inside of me
Poetry unlocked my mind
Rhythm and rhyme
Occupied my time
Not stressed
Not depressed
I must self-express
Truly be my best
For poetry
Has found me
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