Even now, the worry still lingers, but it only a subtle bubbling volcano within the depths of the deep ocean that is my mind.
Why can't I just sleep earlier, surely that has to be part of the problem?
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Abstraction
Non-Fiction[Started on: June 14, 2022] This is an abstraction of real thoughts. My thoughts. Every time I feel harsh worry, dread, or fear, I will write; I will write right here. Those who want to read about another's poetry, go ahead, but I can't promise...
