a collaboration…
Free my soul
I had a fatal flaw of anxious worry.
It is wild on paper, but in thoughts,
self destructive.
I feel it rolling in again.
I can barely grasp this pen, hands are shaking so hard.
And
I can barely think straight.
What is wrong with me?
I don’t know anymore
What is wrong with me?
I should be able to keep my thoughts in check, those impending thoughts I know so well,
‘Cause those worrisome thoughts brought me here.
I feel it too often.
I think too much.
Maybe I’m not as nice as I think,
Or…
Maybe I am just too much.
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A collaboration with a friend going through many of the same turmoils
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