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Nov 2016
Your claws grip into my soul and take hold,
I want to rip out my heart even the good parts
Just have it
Take it all
It's yours
I would rather be empty than stuck within anxiety's claws
Written by
Ashleigh Marie  Wellington, New Zealand
(Wellington, New Zealand)   
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