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Feb 2013
I walk with my soul on my back,
All jumbled with my life in a sack,
It dirties and tumbles all around,
Inside this sack on my back.

It shakes with my worries and stress,
And with my fears that never rest,
But if I were to choose I'd have to say,
The least of its worries is fears and stress.
Amber
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