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Trapped

On the corner between depression and anxiety.

Crying

Scared

Bewildered

Needed a shoulder to cry on.

A distraction from the norm.

How can I be fearless and be afraid at the same time?

How can I be free and trapped at the same time?

Questions that need answers.

But the answers might not be the ones I’m looking for.

Calm? What is that?

Chaos? I know that well.

-Kim V. Poetry

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