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Wallet. Keys. Food for work. Check. Anxiety rises with every minute that gets closer to my shift. Leaving my house is hard because I'm afraid I'll lose something and be stuck out there. Wallet. Keys. Still there.
Compulsions undescribed No outlet for emotions A cage of my own making But I forgot the door   Tick tock Goes the clock Ticking my thoughts away Deeper and deeper inside my cage  
(A dual poem by Bailey Bennett)   Creativity never came without costs. I never saw a painter free from pain, or an actor who didn't dabble in
taptaptaptaptap tap i tap my feet they tell me to stop i tap my pen they tell me to stop
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