LifeA Poem by AklejaWhen did it become important in my life to count all the white lines on the road, wash my hands thirty-seven times or to do other silly things to keep the anxiety away? Why is it easier for me to watch my friends distance themselves than to watch the uneven spacing between the cups on the table or the dots on the wall? Why do I rather check if the door is really locked seventeen times in a row than to walk out of it and be with my friends? Why can I without hesitation sort all the clothes in my wardrobe after size and colour when I can't sort out my own life?
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