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Anxiety
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Your mind is a constant race,
Every thought full...
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Your mind is a constant race,
Every thought full...
