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Shaking

My hands shake
my body shakes
my soul is shaking

Dear Mister all knowing -
when, if ever, will it stop?
Even if it does, I'll still be shook -
afraid of shaking again.
Knowing it still lingers
knowing it still lives
deep within the recesses
part of daily routine now
lost at twenty, never regained
still waiting...
still shaking...
Written by Astoria
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