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Sep 2019
Biting my fingers
Watching the wall until the paint lifts
Legs twitch
Bass drum pulse in my ears
Smoke clears (now they see me)
Eyes red
Head floating in a cloud of worry
Hurry to lock the door
I’ve been here before
You live here
You lived here
Eight o’clock comes
I was supposed to meet someone
Hate written on the mirror
Eyes in pairs move past the window
Do they know?
Nine o’clock comes
Plans canceled
Deaf to silence
Television, yes
Sit down
Eat popcorn
Laughing while I witness
The death of my
Dreams
I'd like you to meet my friend?, Anxiety.
Anxiety is a form of fear.
Anxiety is the opposite of love, but oh, does he love me.
Tyler Matthew
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Tyler Matthew  27/M/U.S.
(27/M/U.S.)   
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