J. M. Osejo's Poetry for the insane: (Anxiety at it’s worst)

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Friday, August 17, 2007

(Anxiety at it’s worst)

I’m in my bed It’s 12 o’clock, midnight I hear the tick tock Of that damn clock I can’t go to sleep My eyes start to weep I am all out of breath What the hell do I do next? The pressure is immense The craziness sets in I’m sweating to soak and I wipe myself down and I choke the water does not... Sign in to see full entry.

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