There is nothing on this Earth who can save
The feeling of your chest concaved
And every time you dare step out
It's like you've walked into a cave
The despair you try to hide seeds doubt
And paves the way for sadness that crave
Your peace and joy and make you slave
To painful thoughts you can't live without
For to stop worrying will make them come about
But to those who fear I say be brave
For worry and anxiety are tiny knaves
Who soon flow away when Hope's river sprouts
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PoetryThis contains the random thoughts of a college student. Brace yourselves for depressing weirdness.
