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I can feel the anxiety,
Beating at my insides.

I treat it as a friend, and an enemy.

But it is just bad the one.

It gets me to get me.
Find me, then lose me.

If you were to give me a bottle of pills,
I wouldn't even take them.

It's not the cure it wants,
it's destruction.

And destruction makes me feel, alive.