Write Handed Poetry

anxiety

I drink water

because wine isn’t cheap.

I sleep with you

because neither is therapy.

Posted on October 25, 2016October 26, 2016 by Write Handed Poetry Tagged anonymous, anxiety, confessions, life, loneliness, personal, poems, poetry, prose, thoughts 4 Comments

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