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anxiety is a dog drowned in a puddle and i wish there was a wattered down version for easier consumption, but you stuck it in a bag and threw it for a tumble; burned your throat with all the screams muffled. now it's the weight of the act on your hands. you killed your anxiety and took yourself with it. is it still a weight when you don't have any hands? yes, but [no]t yours..
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Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
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anxiety is a dog drowned in a puddle and i wish there was a wattered down version for easier consumption, but you stuck it in a bag and threw it for a tumble; burned your throat with all the screams muffled. now it's the weight of the act on your hands. you killed your anxiety and took yourself with it. is it still a weight when you don't have any hands? yes, but [no]t yours..
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Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
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