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The anxiety eats away at my soul.
The memories cloud my thoughts.

Temptation thirsts for my attention.

Shall I grasp all these things
striving for me to notice them?

Or would you rather I pretend to be blatantly
oblivious to all these worries surrounding
me?

Can you hear me?

I’m calling your name.
I need saving too.
Please, help me.

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