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May 2018
There are many reasons why I worry
To many to list actually
My heart pumps fear to every part of my body
This ensures that my brain doesn’t have an escape route
I drown in my own fear with waves of constant anxiety
depresssion circulated throughout my naΓ―ve self
The cold wait for death lurks in the back of me
My feet fear exhaustion
My hands fear distortion
My heart fears adoption
So again like i’ve told you many times before
There is no real reason not to worry
Written by
Emma K
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