Anxiety is my friend.
Yes, he's made me do things. Crazy things.
I've lost opportunities because of him. But he was there to comfort me through those losses.
I lay awake at night because he whispers horrible things in my ear. But at least he keeps me company, I'd rather not be alone.
I've lost friendships because of him, but at least I had him to tell me the truth and look out for me.
He's horrible, but he's my friend.
And at least I'm not alone.
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'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran