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153 · Apr 2019
Psychosomatic
Rory Apr 2019
I'm sorry I cry so much about it but I literally can't stop

Every day it never changes but it's always something new

Cancer. Heart attack. Stroke. Aneurysm

Stress is eating me alive and there's not much of me left for it to even pick their teeth with

Fear, delusion, panic, obsession

Oppression and compulsion

An ingrained response

Paging Dr. Google. Click the same links. Old information

Old fears

Old tears

It gets so boring after a while. It deludes you into think it's fresh

'That's new.' No it's not. Fears repeat themselves

Wasn't I worried about you a couple months ago?

The reactions are tired

The horse is dead

Please stop
I know it's irrational. I'm sorry. If I could fix this, I would.

More of a stream of consciousness rambling than an actual poem.

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