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Feb 2015
Anxiety
As the thoughts come
I get more anxious.
My hands begin to shake
and my heart begins to race.

Anxiety
God, why don't I have any control?
My mind has a mind of it's own.
Why can't I stop the thoughts from coming?

(ABD)
Ashes
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   aesha nisar
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