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Like a ******* nagging Ache Embedded deep in My neck Just like the one I wake up to Every night And Morning I just can't Sleep Without that feeling Greeting me Every Single ******* Morning They call it Generalized Anxiety Disorder In other words My nerves are worked up All the time For no reason Just In general Always Neverending Undying I don't believe in meds I feel like they'd only **** me up Worse than I feel Most of the time So I trudge through These muddied Hallowed waters And thick jungles Of fire Accompanied by intermittent bursts Of skin-burning frozenness Nothing is good Nothing is right If only my brain decided To be this unstoppable In all the other areas of my life Maybe things would be a little Better But they're not And I work every day to make it so My life might be a little easier The next morning The next night The next go around But I don't know I never know This **** takes hold of me And throws me down that pit Leaves me there with no food No water No love It sits there Smile, taps its foot And waits for me To die
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
"Generalized" Anxiety Disorder
Like a ******* nagging Ache Embedded deep in My neck Just like the one I wake up to Every night And Morning I just can't Sleep Without that feeling Greeting me Every Single ******* Morning They call it Generalized Anxiety Disorder In other words My nerves are worked up All the time For no reason Just In general Always Neverending Undying I don't believe in meds I feel like they'd only **** me up Worse than I feel Most of the time So I trudge through These muddied Hallowed waters And thick jungles Of fire Accompanied by intermittent bursts Of skin-burning frozenness Nothing is good Nothing is right If only my brain decided To be this unstoppable In all the other areas of my life Maybe things would be a little Better But they're not And I work every day to make it so My life might be a little easier The next morning The next night The next go around But I don't know I never know This **** takes hold of me And throws me down that pit Leaves me there with no food No water No love It sits there Smile, taps its foot And waits for me To die
john-vd
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john-vd
28/M/American
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
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