AnxietyAinít going to cease chomping on my
Nails and it isnít like a
Xylophone where a key
Is hit knowing that nothing bad happens,
Especially if itís something so big you canít censor.
Tomorrow and later days are already like a parent
Yelling at me angrily.
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