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Oct 2018
As palms sweat by every second,
a feeling of fear arise at hand.
The future may hold something dear,
live by its rules,
live through each pain,
live throughout each day.
How can one be astonished throughout the day,
when all I hold on to within is fear and anxiety.
God help me,
God save me.
#Life #Anxiety #Fear
Altitude
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Altitude  M/Philippines
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