Sweet Anxiety

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One minute I was making jokes
The next, I broke

My heart raced 
Sorrow mixed with fear
Fast blood pumping through my veins 
Leaning on what's near
Hands clawing at my face 
Cheeks wet with tears
Heavy breath making me dazed 
Eyes not clear 
Paranoia chased 
Noise like cheers 
Running through my brain
Ringing in my ears
Chest filled with pains
And it's crystal clear
Anxiety is a bitch that holds my soul dear

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