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Aug 2017
I walked down my staircase to bump right into Anxiety
She looked me in the eye and walked away
I was stunned for a moment, then continued down
While I was making my breakfast Anxiety appeared again
Walking right into the fridge
She said, "Don't you have anything good in here?"
I became anxious and stuttered, "Uh... Try the stew".
She gave me a dark look and walked away
I put my head down
The rest of my day I was very anxious
Walking around nervously
Becoming paranoid
Not trusting anyone
Why are they looking at me?  I thought
From this day on if I ever see Anxiety I tell her to get out of my house
I will never see her again
I made this poem for when I am feeling anxious.  It is as though Anxiety herself has looked me in the eye.  Thanks for reading!
Noah A
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Noah A  M/Illinois
(M/Illinois)   
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