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I worry about you, boo. I worry that you are alone                   in a dark room like a prison cell rats running over the floor disease grits for every meal dirt in every crevice cold toes.                         I worry about you. I worry that you are alone with no one beside you to comfort you. I want to pick up the phone and call              I worry too much or perhaps never enough
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 11:25 PM UTC
worry
I worry about you, boo. I worry that you are alone                   in a dark room like a prison cell rats running over the floor disease grits for every meal dirt in every crevice cold toes.                         I worry about you. I worry that you are alone with no one beside you to comfort you. I want to pick up the phone and call              I worry too much or perhaps never enough
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 11:25 PM UTC
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