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Anxious

Can't breathe right
Can't feel right
My chest is tight
Anxiety rises
Can't think
There's no way to escape
There's just no dream in this scape
There's only reality I'm unfulfilled
I'm empty wearing this mask
I play a part I'm not cast for
I wanted more
but have but settled for
I can be with my child here
And so I am stuck I fear
Can't believe I've been clean a year
But feel I've acomplished nothing
But I can't keep running
From the unknown chasing me
A future one so bleak
Now I am near forty and reached my peak...
Written by diablia363 (Alisha Ranstrom)
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