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Jun 2015
Once upon a time I used to be so blue
But then I blew all my worries away
The ocean carried them in ripples
Like nothing more but a grain of sand
The wind carried all my doubts astray
Along with the other gone souls
I've learned to let go
Like one person once said
Worrying is like going outside with an umbrella and waiting for if to rain
You just need to learn how do dig a six foot hole
And throw all your worries, fears, doubts, and anything haunting in the grave
Nothing more but a flush of your waste.
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
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