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Anxiety feeling like an anchor in my stomach,
every time I jump for the stars,
I plum it, floor bound
something wrong with my plumbing,
golden plum lodged in my pipe
rock solid,
wish it was a little more ripe,
double headed axe-iety, for a gut with no handle to hold,
belly river rotten with the thickest of molds,
living with a liver disease,
chopping away at me,
gives a different meaning to the feeling,
of fear,
to feel yellow,
born like a ripe banana,
Bart Symptoms type baby,
internal gorilla warfare,
when you’re born as,
the
Alpha
one
Ant
that
tripped
into
a
deficient
sea
It’s not hereditary,
my mum had the lock,
and my dad had the key,
forever grateful because it grounded me,
my alpha 1 anchor deficiency.
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