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My body is a pool,
a pool in a party.
Oh here he comes!
Every step filling my already filled self.
His name is Depression.
Plummeting himself into me, he yells
"Anxiety, come join me!"
Oh, here she comes.
Her walk as scary as my midnight thoughts.
For a scarring second time,
my body overflows.
But the party isn't over yet.
Not without insomnia, the cannibal.
It feeds off of my energy and soul,
leaving nothing, but an aching child
waiting to be loved.
