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Anxiousness drooped from the ear, Fastened by a clip. An uncomfortable feeling instilled in the bones, Making up your frame. Conversations, Disapprovingly true. The buzzing won’t stop, Willingness would fall, Until it’ll all stop, For once and all.

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16 / F

Published: Mar 9, 2020
LinesWords: 1338

Tags: #anxious #death #earring #uncomfortable #bones #anxiety #curse #buzzing #frame #fall

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