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Apr 2014
Being worried is a thing that shines.
That you find for twelve hours of the day.
It shines everyday,
even without an outlet.
It's always there.
Yet sometimes we forget about it.
On cold days we praise it,
but on others, it burns us black.
Some days we wish worries would go away.
But really, they are a ray of sunlight in a dark room.
Written by
Matt McDaniels  Chelsea, MI
(Chelsea, MI)   
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