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Title: Anxiety

by Alistair from Surrey | in writing, poetry

The beat quickens
Apprehensive muscles diminish me
I look forward
Into the void
My predicament manifests itself in front of me
In my imagination
I search for the time
How long left?
The seconds tick laboriously by
I stand up
My time has come

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