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It's coming again I can barely hold this pen My hands are shaking so hard And I can barely think straight. What's wrong with me? I don't know anymore. It could be my anxiety Or just my lack of self control. What's wrong with me? I should be able to keep my thoughts in check. Cause those worrisome thoughts Are what has brought me here. Blame it on my anxiety. Blame it on my lack of self control. (a.d)
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
Self Control
It's coming again I can barely hold this pen My hands are shaking so hard And I can barely think straight. What's wrong with me? I don't know anymore. It could be my anxiety Or just my lack of self control. What's wrong with me? I should be able to keep my thoughts in check. Cause those worrisome thoughts Are what has brought me here. Blame it on my anxiety. Blame it on my lack of self control. (a.d)
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
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