Anxiety

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Darkness all around me,

walls are closing in,

this air seems to be unsafe,

but there must be a better place.

The shadows from the moon,

they reach out to grab me,

my smile stays strong,

and a lie is mumbled from in between my lips.

My eyes shine so bright,

they don't know about this fight,

but I want to say goodbye,

to this anxiety one last time.

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