But it's hard,
When your stomach is sick
And your hands are sweaty,
To focus on anything but your fear
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Aesthetics
PoetryI felt it was time for a new beginning, so I've restarted my collection of poems. Feedback is encouraged.
Let Me Be
But it's hard,
When your stomach is sick
And your hands are sweaty,
To focus on anything but your fear
