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Oct 2017
Fighting a demon
That sits on my shoulder
Searching for an escape
As my body grows older

The impossible fight
The struggle for breath
My thoughts turn to darkness
As I stare straight at death

No happiness here
No lightness be found
I take one last look
As I fall to the ground

Trying to escape from this hell
I don’t fit in society
I guess that’s why they call it
Anxiety
Written by
Michael
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