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Nov 2021
These days, all my pieces
are being given away.
Making difficult decisions
obvious
just trying to stay
positive.
Change puts me on edge
anxiety and insecurities spread
engulfing me
I dont want to get out of bed.

An Oak growing without a sound,
loudly crashes, body broken,
roots rotten,
to the ground.
Owen
Written by
Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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   Larry
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