I woke up today feeling anxious
A tinge distraught
Not comfortable in my own skin
From neverlands unknown
This gloom holsters my balance
It's like malice catching it's second wind
A state of paranoia like the gust of winds
Can't concentrate
Void of motivation
Another corner of anxieties bend
I want to pretend like all is well
But all of these inner rumblings
A stumbled makeshift conjures notion
Like waves commotion distant seas
To loath to such woe
Such a low that these shoulders should tarry
Isolation in this vegetated space
Fighting to find my place of peace
Set me free
Set me free
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