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I have wondered for so long, What makes me feel this way, So traumatised by everything, And it's like this everyday. I use to be afraid of my family and friends dieing, I use to feel sick in the morning, I use to cry when the sunset, I thought my dieing day was dawning. Now all the small things are so big, I have spazums and muscle tension, I worry about the one I love and if she stays the one, I fear in my future life there will be no redemption. The nausea and diarrhoea still cling on, I sometimes lose sleep, My heart pounds and my eyes widen, I growl and sometime shiver and weep. I think I found it after all these years, The experts call it GAD, Am I right? Will I ever be free?
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Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
GAD
I have wondered for so long, What makes me feel this way, So traumatised by everything, And it's like this everyday. I use to be afraid of my family and friends dieing, I use to feel sick in the morning, I use to cry when the sunset, I thought my dieing day was dawning. Now all the small things are so big, I have spazums and muscle tension, I worry about the one I love and if she stays the one, I fear in my future life there will be no redemption. The nausea and diarrhoea still cling on, I sometimes lose sleep, My heart pounds and my eyes widen, I growl and sometime shiver and weep. I think I found it after all these years, The experts call it GAD, Am I right? Will I ever be free?
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Bogle
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
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