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Nov 2019
Anxiety is
Car motors noise
As loud as a horns
With signs
Of flashing lights
With big sights trampled
Into a small space
With crowds of people
And new faces
You try to find your way out
But you cant
There is no end
Help me out of this.
Written by
Chloe Haas
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