Energy
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Complete Mon, May 15, 2017<5 mins
All that energy is gone.
I'm worried I can't keep up.
It's not that I'm sad. The medication takes care of that.
It's just dull and colors aren't as bright. The anxiety bites.
I'm so worried. Full of fear.
Fear that you'll leave, because you know there's better.
You know someone can keep up with you better.
Maybe I am sad.
Sad that I doubt myself so thoroughly.
I've been trying to get to where I was, but I seem to have lost the way.
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