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Mar 2014
I’m tired of drowning in anxiety all the time
Holding me down
Letting me down
Shackles digging in
Rubbing skin raw as it erodes away
You said it was nothing
You call this nothing?
And you shake your head in denial
As if there were no red lines
Etched on my wrists
No scars streaked across
Little white reminders
Of my faults and failures
Silver Wolf
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Silver Wolf  nature is my home
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