Alone

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Sorry I’m posting so early, I thought  of a poem that I really wanted to share.

Anxiety.

It’s killing her,

slowly.

Can’t you see she’s lost, full of fear.

Uncomfortable in her own skin.

Oh dear!

now she’s crying,

wanting her thoughts to leave.

Runs away, can’t breath,

locked away in her room.

Useless as a broken broom.

She rather be alone,

Alone, where anxiety can’t find her.

She can die in peace,

Finally?

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