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Dec 2020
Iā€™m overthinking,
tired of the endless waiting,
about to blow up.

Even my mom sees it.
She starts some cutting remark
only to pull it back.

Me: "Argh! I have this anger, just below the surface."
My brother: "Uhh, it's not that far below the surface."
The universe is rubbing me wrong this week - and it's only Tuesday.
Anais Vionet
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Anais Vionet  20/F/U.S.
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