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Anxiety
Walls thought imploded,
closing in again.
Clocks ticking,
racing towards tan.
Life ending,
constantly starting again.
Knowing too much,
a brain fills too quick.
Raining towards the bay,
my thoughts cannot stay.
Working around a following spy,
i ask myself why.
I cannot lose this constantly collapsing box.
-Lawrence Capozzolo
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