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Anxiety

You decided that you didn't need your feelings anymore, and I decided to rip out my heart. I could see it beat, see it bleed, know that I was still alive, and put it back in again. Band-Aid couldn't save me, and you are still scared of the priest that just wanted to buy coffee. We found each other in our anxiety, said Hello, but nothing more. Nothing more, yet we still knew all there was to know. But my anxiety took one last strike, you called me weak, and I decided that it was okay to feel. You are still numbing yours and I forgot, somewhere down the road, that you are actually still there.



Poetry by kristallkross
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Written on 2007-11-12 at 05:50

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