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Jul 2020
With each beat
My anxiety rises
I took half a small pill
It’s supposed to make this feeling go away
But all I feel is
Anxiety
With every beat of
My heart
I wish it would stop beating
Written by
Fry  20/M
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   atticus wilson
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