The Spiral
The Spiral: Anxiety
Like a ring of spears
The specter rose in his head
His mind spiraled
He thought of people screaming
He has always worried
That worry an absurd fear
His mind ruined by it
This imaginary multiplicative pain, growing ever bigger, reaching eternity.
Like a ring of spears
The specter rose in his head
His mind spiraled
He thought of people screaming
He has always worried
That worry an absurd fear
His mind ruined by it
This imaginary multiplicative pain, growing ever bigger, reaching eternity.
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