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Anxiety cuddles my insecurities and I,

Whispering sweet nothings of issues past and problems resurrected.

It caresses my head with a hand as it pulls me close with the other.

Brushing my nightly tears, it tells me, in no certain terms, that I’m not going to be alright.

My body’s tremors stop.

And I fall asleep

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