I don't have anxiety you say
But my stomach begs to differ
As it twists in knots and jumps and turns and continues with its quivers
Or what about the constant state
Of turmoil my head sits in
Every bump in the road along the way is amplified times ten
Seems like anxiety to me
But really, what do I see?
I'm just a girl in a constant state of worry, always haunted by anxiety
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365 Days of Ashes (Part Two)
PoetryWattpad only allows 200 parts. I require 365, so here is the second half of my 2017
