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Sep 2016
There's a demon inside me,
He's called anxiety,
He shouts and screams,
Until I can barely breathe,
He makes me feel sick,
Weak in my knees,
Oh please Mr Anxiety,
Just let me be.
Sarah Barrow
Written by
Sarah Barrow  Adelaide
(Adelaide)   
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