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Jun 2022
Anxiety only makes me sick to my stomach
I don't want to be anxious when it's comes to us
I love the smell of your cologne
I love the sound of your laughter, but not the deep feeling in my guts that tells me you'd one day leave and not look back

Till then I would love to be the woman of your dreams

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Anxiety keeps eating me up and I can't tell him, he's the man I love endlessly
Written by
Ayandokun Yetunde Dolapo  24/F/Lagos, Nigeria
(24/F/Lagos, Nigeria)   
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