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Jan 2020
I often wish to be less serious
Wish I could relax

Enjoy this brief experience
Avoid panic attacks

It may be just my DNA
Anxiety comes as curse

It may be life's cold cruelty
Or maybe something worse

Sensitive means sensing that
Danger is quite near

Language becoming stranger
The politics of Fear

I sit alone in the small brown chapel
Walk home the whispertune

Silently the clouds so soft
Shines down the glowing moon
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  54/M/Elsewhere
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