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May 2019
Anxiety helps to comfort me
But it doesn't really
It feels real it hurts like hell
It's a ******* liar as well
Made up of all the broken eggshell
Trying to keep us safe
Protected in our cracked encasing
Peeping out to see the danger and our victim
Thoughts brought up by the chicken crap we let drip in
Deformity hatching
Letting us try to fly with clipped wings
We birthed it from our own hollow and others hollow opinions
Fed by lies and fear based skies
Raining down on our sodden wings
Puppeteer puller of strings
Numb it with some pills
Immune  
Feel it still
Refill
Still ill
Throw them away and watch the rain
Kate Rebecca Hopwood
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Kate Rebecca Hopwood  38/F/Liverpool
(38/F/Liverpool)   
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