My problem is me
When I get anxious, I feel like unscrewing my head And screwing on a new one. A one that doesn't worry about every little thing. I feel as though that wouldn't work. Because I just don't think about my problems, I feel them-in my heart, I make them-with my own hands and thoughts I am them-I am my problems. How do I get rid of something, If that something is me?
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