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I yearn for the day that my voice does not shake while speaking
The day that my hands do not rattle upon my lap
The day that my eyes do not shift away restlessly
The day that my skin does not turn to ice
I crave comfort for my body
But my mind refuses to allow me any peace
I continue to lay in bed
Regardless of the lack of sleep it brings me
Hoping that someday my body will feel comforted enough to fall into a slumber
As if the bags under my eyes
And the stiffness of my muscles
Weren't enough to let my body know it's time to rest
If only my mind would stop running
Then maybe I could feel tranquil
But the anxiety I experience is sharp
And my thoughts cannot feel peace

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