Anxiety is clothing-something that clogs up my now, but isn't really in the way so I just leave it there. I sift through it to try to put stuff together, and outfit, but something even after laying it out there's still too many stains, too many wrinkles for me to ignore, that's even after going through it to put out the body odor that lingers from the other day, that last conversation or that night I was so tired I fell asleep in them &; woke up in cold sweats, prayers, but I try not to complain, being able to do so comes with a price, my smile, the one that isn't always so bright, but still creates lights that I can't bathe in. It's okay, because I've gotten myself out of most of it, learn to dos - the do nots, a lesson that comes like ripped jeans, or shirts I forgot I even had.
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