Anxiety.

In the dead of night, I lay awake with anxiety causing nausea

I worry about many things, that much is true

But when the anxiety crippled me last night?

I was thinking of you.

I pray you'll never grow bored of me,

You'll never turn away.

I know I can be a needy, clingy thing

But I really need you to stay.

Simplistic Brutality

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