Trying to find a different way,
Thought I might get lost in clay
Smashing through the grog
Relieving my stress backlog.
However, anxiety still exists
It’s one of those dastardly beasts.
So now I’m here, scrawling about,
My mind continues to run with doubt.
Work, and home, nothing’s great.
Will this always be my fate?
I hope you can find a bright spot to cling to when those doubts stampede through.
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Thank you! I try
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