This is a collection of poems from days when my voice is unable to speak for itself, and solitary nights when my pen comes to my aid.
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"...My anxiety is a high fever without a host,
It floats above my head like a halo drenched in gasoline,
waiting for my tongue to strike the matchstick
and set fire on the steps and walls of my mind."
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Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
