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Mar 23
My anxiety was a feverish creature
Haphazhardly thrown in a cardboard
Box, small holes poked on the sides
So its yowls could still permeate my
Heart.
I clutched it tightly to my chest,
The monster scratching at the walls,
And placed it at the feet of
The One who Cares.
1 Peter 5:7
Written by
Sia Harms
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