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T he memories always play back to haunt me.

R ummaging through a stack of vinyl records at Amoeba.

A nxiety finds its favorite record to play, speed up my heart rate... start the mosh pit.

U nderneath that pit, a prisoner sits.

M ay there come a day when freedom wins.

A nd until that day comes let the record play.
Arfah Afaqi Zia Sep 2015
Seldom do you come,
Lighting up my dreams,
Anxiety wakes me up,
Vague memories though,
Escalating my heart beat,
Raving behavior,
Y**elling for no reason.
Pretend Poetry Jan 2019
E motions
X enophobia
H umans
A nxiety
U niverse
S ecrets
T ime
E excuses
D istance

To fight with...

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