Between these ears,
Above four legs,
Apon this back,
Is ment to be clearer,
Most say so,
Higher up,
Gliding with the wind,
Free apon the world,
It use to be for me,
Now it's cloudy,
Foggier,
Not so clear anymore,
It's hard,
But it's best,
For us,
You must go.
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Anxiety Wants To Be Depression
PoetryYou know those things you hear or maybe the things you think, Well those things have joined together, They wanted to be clear, Can you deal with this? They know u can't. Anxiety wants to be Depression don't you think? Fight it, But how, Fight it no...
