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May 9
the anxiety creature
made up of slime and ooze
with sharp claws
that dig into my mind
trying to drag me down with it
whispering in my ears
making me tremble
and ruminate
i try to run and escape it
but it always catches up
i won't stop running from it
soon enough it will tire
and i will be free
The Invisible Poet
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The Invisible Poet  18/Gender Fluid/the land of my thoughts
(18/Gender Fluid/the land of my thoughts)   
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