Angstful

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Why don't they believe me,

I'm not worrying over nothing,

They say that I can't foresee,

But I know it's something.


It has to be something... unless,

No! I know something's wrong,

But I digress,

I've known for so long.


Yet they still say I'm being obsessive,

And that they can at least confine,

They say I need to be repressive,

But I think my actions are fine.


June 13th , 2016 . 

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