Anxiety

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Sweet lullaby meant to pass by;
alone in the couch, empty canvass
thrown, gone and just flew away.
Surrounding with emphatic green grass

I was chasing life almost every day.
How good the morning is, warm yet freezing;
been locked up with these dreams and promises
It's hard and it's taken me almost everything.

I don't want to; and who wants to live life like this?
How sweet is the night;
which spells magic and let you drown with dreams,
with different themes and colors like traffic lights
and when you awake you will lose your sight.

Please let go of me
I'm loosing my apathy
With all of these agony
Waves of diversions are crashing me

Release me.

08-10-15

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