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time spins and i relent
the tale of an anxiety victim
by the minute, on the hour
bend then break a little

it hurts to be this raw
vulnerable in societal circles
I am better off alone

a lonely reject of no one real
my biggest enemies are all in my head
I seek to silence them
my voices can be cruel

pushing buttons to end the manic laughter
this one that one to no avail
a moment of release then it begins again
a slight annoyance then something big

prodding me within
my stomach clenches and I ache
the little devils prized reprobate

I am bigger than it all I tell myself
then I bugger out and fall
into anxieties maw
live just to hurt some more

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