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Anxiety questions

Cold hands grip tight
My frozen chest
Wild thoughts feel right
This hero's quest

Drops of cold sweat
Upon my back
The pattern set
Betrays the lack

The running beads
Enclosing walls
With begs and pleads
My conscience falls

Hunting safety
An old man-child
Beliefs shaky
All compiled...

(This poem is not mine)

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