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Anxiety

Twisted like snakes
in the Garden of Eden
sins and temptation
sprout from the dirt
nowhere is safe
for us to be meeting
one little misstep
a lifetime of hurt
slithering tongues
tickle my insides
the threat of an outburst
curls in my throat
Nowhere to run
even less places to hide
screaming for help
through a mouth I can’t close
sunlight is sucked up
into the shadows
surrounded by darkness
youre all that I see
I know Im fucked up
Does anyone care though?
You say you love me
Then turn around and leave

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