AnxietyA Poem by breakthebrokenoneItches run up my wrists flowing into my arms the anxiety spreads like a contagion It travels making homes in each organ and burrowing deeper into my skin where it burns holes in my mind where the anxiety lives
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2 Reviews Added on August 9, 2018 Last Updated on August 9, 2018 Authorbreakthebrokenonechristchurch, canterbury, New ZealandAboutI am 21. I would love to hear what my fellow poets think of my work. I post new work every second day. I have tattoos and love Leonard Cohen and Sylvia Plath. I listen to a lot of Lana Del Rey and I w.. more..Writing
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