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Post by larsenmcallirhoe on Jun 14, 2013 12:29:07 GMT -5
Anxiety is My Life
I hear the crowds guffawing at me. What do I do for I feel abandoned and all alone? Do I lie in bed all day and feel the foreboding eat me alive? Hasty love I have experienced in life an inadequate amount of times mercifully. I desire to make love like no other, but it is synthetic without acceptance from another. This longing eats at me preposterously as ambiguity rattles my nerves uneasily.
So I write verse to pass the time by. It leads me into a realm of the unknown in uncertainty. I bellow unaccompanied in my bedstead chamber, but this crying plea gets me nowhere fast I gather.
Disturbingly I want to pass away into a sphere of bliss where languid liquid dreams are indeed conceivable and plausible. This reality is feasible where I do walk again, so this nightmare of living in a world of paralysis will truly haunt me no more I pray.
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