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Anxiety’s Dance

In the quiet hour,
where shadows creep,
An echoing fear
stirs me from sleep.
Heart racing wildly,
an unsteady drum,
Thoughts spiral like smoke,
anxiously numb.
A tapestry woven
with threads of despair,
In the depths of my mind,
chaos fills the air.
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