

The Lament of AnxietyLament of AnxietyThe Lament of Anxiety
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Now we, having rewound our dreamt-of suicide,
Must reclaim the shuffle of hope, the walk of destiny,
For every inevitability runs counterfeit, at some point,
A pseudo-dilemma of psychological security
Erected so as to become heroes of our unconscious,
The need to feeling competent in some regard,
Beyond the distractions of so many conformities,
We must ask ourselves, ‘what we truly hungry for?’,
It is a special function of our uniqueness or some instinctual
Security in social belonging, and primal interconnectedness
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Someone called me a bitch. I said, " Good you get it then"
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..."Where's God with that bolt of lightening when you need Him?"
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"He who laughs last, thinks slowest."
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-SopHie.P.-
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Little Miss Mary Maguay
died in the most ironic way.
During somebody else's dismay,
She got into the rushing ambulance's way.
-bunny4
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