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Jun 2013
GAD
I have wondered forΒ so long,
What makes me feel this way,
So traumatised by everything,
And it's like this everyday.

I use to be afraid of my family and friends dieing,
I use to feel sick in the morning,
I use to cry when the sunset,
I thought my dieing day was dawning.

Now all the small things are so big,
I have spazums and muscle tension,
I worry about the one I love and if she stays the one,
I fear in my future life there will be no redemption.

The nausea and diarrhoea still cling on,
I sometimes lose sleep,
My heart pounds and my eyes widen,
I growl and sometime shiver and weep.

I think I found it after all these years,
The experts call it GAD,
Am I right?
Will I ever be free?
Bogle
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