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Anxiety.
My heart fulled with poems,
Of words, I fear to say.
I keep it locked inside my chest,
With the key that I threw away.
Rhyming each word with a secret rhythm
I build all the words up just to break them
If I tell anyone, I would break down
With A poem, I show no one
As I read it with a frown
Within me is where they stay
In my chest, locked away
If I die, I’ll be the only one to know
That I was ever okay.
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