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Dec 2018
How is it the world can carry on its day, despite not knowing what’s coming it’s way?
I sit at the edge of my bed, with my arms wrapped around my head, wondering how others seem to live so care-free.
My anxiety eats away at me, but I’ll just have to wait and see, one day maybe I will live free.
ManxPoetryGuy
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