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[aid] => mick
[title] => This
[time] => 2015-02-02 20:35:20
[hometext] => Anxiety disorder can be so cruel
[bodytext] => The insides become knotted
and the mind becomes twisted
One can feel This coming aboard
but no way to resist it
Talk myself down
tell myself to breathe
Get up and move around
so hard This thing, This...anxiety
I want to cut This out
like a menacing cancer that exists
I want to tear This down
just leave it quaking in the mist
(Like it does to me)
I want to rip apart its walls
and set This all on fire
I want to watch This burn
my personal funeral pyre
Anything to release This
anyway to set This free
Anywhere to go
Where This won't follow me
The need to escape so tremendous
and no exits to be seen
Wish I could wake up and This...
just one horrible, evil dream
January 2015
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[topic] => 61
[informant] => deadheadpoet
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[alanguage] => english
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[associated] =>
[topicname] => selfstruggles
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