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naked and anxious.

October 3, 2019 | thenspeaksthesoul

Blanket of insecurity,
fucking basket of anxiety,
welcome to my little shop
of inner turmoil.
Outsides wavy like the ocean,
insides like a tornado.
Laughing, like fuck pain
but can I have some novacaine.

poetry soul speak anxietyinsecuritylovenaked and anxiousnovacainepainunfinished
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