Anxiety Per Annum

One year. A daily shot of anxiety that was extracted from my brain and is ready to contaminate yours. So, every day you pull out another vial and give yourself a dose of something to worry about. Sometimes, you'll laugh. Sometimes, you'll curse me for injecting you with new things to fret about. The syringe is vintage. The anodized aluminum rack holds a calendar year of glass vials to pull out, read, and wish you hadn't.

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