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Jun 2014
Anxiety ridden
everything
the ground
the exterior
shakes
and I'm standing alone

extending my arms
grasping for something
if only to keep me from falling
all my fingers find
is the chill of the air
sweeping the wind

and that I know
is the feeling of solitude
a great reminder
I have to do this on my own
no one can feel the anxiety I have, so essentially I have to do it all alone.
April
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April  22/F/NJ
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