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by Poet on the Piano Aug 11, 2023 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The stress builds until my hands shake and I can't sit still or listen - no matter how hard I try. All of these situations that are out of my control. My head spins and spins and spins ~ until ~ complete panic. The pressure eventually leaves but the damage remains._____________ Written 08/07/2023