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Anxiety has no language,
It is like tremors that come and go.
Worry has no friends,
It’s a loner painting its own death.
Thought has no sky,
It flies free to make its own.
Tears no not where they are going,
Like rivers, they know only to flow.
Questions seek no answers,
We think of answers as conclusions.
Memory has no traces,
It stays till forgetfulness takes over.
Wait doesn’t know it’s end,
We create and kill it in our minds.
Much like life’s story has,
No beginning or end,
It starts before birth,
And goes on much longer after we die.