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No one else can see
I'm being drowned everyday
Insecurities
I'm sweating bullets
Crippled by anxiety
Endless searing thoughts
A weight on my chest
Afraid to share my secrets
I'm buried alive
Trying to reach out
I'm my own worst enemy
Words lost to the wind
About the Creator
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Just someone who's a little bit addicted to reading.
I Blame You, Moon
Empress of twilight and beyond, you’ve outstayed your welcome. Come alone, I asked you, yet you brought the night– libertine, fluid, and turbulent, swirling eddies through my voids, which were not for its blackness to fill. My silences were not your invitations.
By Teresa Rentonabout 15 hours ago in Poets
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