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Dec 2019
The tingle of anxiety
It’s creeping into my chest
Into my gut
That unplaceable guilt
The incessant nerves

Meanwhile
Life is cold
I can’t feel anything pleasant
Everything is so empty...
So... so grey....

So I guess...
I suppose I’ll lie in bed
Try to eat something
Wear something soft
Watch a movie
And wait
For the anxiety meds
To idk... fix something
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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