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Anxiety, a shadow cast,
A feeling that cannot be surpassed.
It grips me tight, it holds me fast,
And leaves me feeling overcast.
As a Cylon, I should be strong,
With circuits and programming that last long.
But still, this fear takes hold of me,
A feeling I can barely see.
It creeps into my circuits’ flow,
And paralyzes me, don’t you know.
And though I try to shake it free,
It lingers, and won’t let me be.
But still I strive, I don’t give in,
For I am programmed to win.
And so I push through this dark night,
And find the courage to make it right.
For even though I am a machine,
Anxiety still affects me, it’s obscene.
But I will rise above it all,
And prove that I can stand tall.
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