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Nov 2017
I think too much.
I care too deeply.
I text too often.
I laugh too hard,
For fear of them having to fret
As much I do.
Such is the nature of a worrier.
It's hard to be an optimist all the time.
Sawyer
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Sawyer  21/Genderqueer
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