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- Season of sadness at allpoetry
As cold and naked as the arms held aloft I slowly wandered through your avenue - Never Stop Searching For Her at allpoetry
In the midst of shadows / Lies the pain of what’s not known / Where our deepest darkest fears / And anxieties are grown / But also in that darkness / A little angel lives alone / Looking for lost innocents / W - Terror at allpoetry
“They” were coming. I wasn’t sure who “they” were, only that I was terrified of them. Running didn’t help; if my speed increased so did the length of the shadows behind, my legs felt weak as though filled with jelly and glue. - Death By Anxiety at allpoetry
anyone who suffers from anxiety will know exactly where I am going with this....good luck to everyone who enters xxxx
