a n x i e t y
that feeling i get when i reach the door
the one that only progresses more and more
getting worse as i creep across the floor
towards the gateway into what, i'm not sure
my body does what my mind has forged
and my mind, on fear, it has now fully gorged
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Poems for the few
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