Dear Anxiety,
Foolishly, I convince myself that I have pushed you out for GOOD,
Yet, when I WOKE up each morning and
There you are...
Sitting on the EDGE of my bed,
STARING right through me,
Awaiting for your OPPORTUNITIES,
For my subconscious mind to wander away from my DREAMS and my REALITIES right into your ARMS.
And I think nothing of it,
For your DISCOMFORT is the only place I find my COMFORT.
In that moment of DECEPTION, you hold me close into the hoax of your EMBRACE
Like a FLY in honey, I am TRAPPED in the sweetness of your ABUSE.
Sincerely
Your foolish follower.
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