Anxiety
Where nearly everybody suffers from anxiety …
It’s 3a.m.
We aren’t sleeping.
We’re bombarded with questions:
Where to find money?
How not to offend everybody?
Oh, shit. I forgot to say,
How I love my mommy.
Our life is threatening.
Our soul is Floundering
At the bottom of the well.
Where water is our feelings
And the well is a fucking society hell.
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