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Worry

by ryan-hall69

I check the door locks, the gas stove nobs, and the tail pipe of my car. I roll my tongue to make sure I’m not having a  stroke, and when I drink alcohol, I make sure to drink water right after. I don’t sleep well because I have intense dreams of what I’ve done in the past or what I will do in the future. I have a lot going on, and carry it all in the bags under my blue eyes.
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Mar 27, 2018
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#anxiety#depression
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