Coca Cola Anxiety

I was just on dA and wrote a bad poem based on my dream I talked about in my last post. 

(It's so bad, but I felt like making a poem version of my illogical dream. XD)

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I finally gathered the courage 
To go and find you 

I told them I have to 
Get help for my anxiety 
Because it's still killing me 
They told me to find your place

I had to drive through the woods
To reach your place 

I went inside 
I expected to find you 
I thought you would be there 

But you weren't 
You weren't anywhere 

You only brought a bottle of Coca Cola
A full two-liter bottle 

And so I drank it
Straight from the bottle

As if I have to drink it all away
All my anxiety 
My fears
My stresses
All my problems 
Drink it away 

I expected therapy
But all you left me was
A bottle of Coca Cola 

I finally wanted your help 
You weren't even there
Your cure for anxiety was Coca Cola 
I drink it all
But I still have anxiety 

Thanks for nothing 

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Pfft, what the heck is this?

Wow ok bye.