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Racing thoughts and my fingers lag behind them Hover over my keyboard not moving fast enough Bad habit compilation bitten nails and brittle hair And smoker’s cough I don’t have a good excuse for all my failures But between courage and anxiety Anxiety has always won And it moves beneath my skin and crawls and slithers Dancing snakes around my neck forming a knot And I might not make sense to those Who are sunlight kissed and sugar-spun Because my words are made of something bitter But what better explanation can I give Than blackness only blackness Burrowed deep within my soul?