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Grip tightens. Loss of appetite, For food, for fun, for mischief All but for self loathing. Something so simple , Made so awkward. More than just trivial, All so hard. I could be so happy, Elated, Infectious in fact. Instead questioning so much Too much Appointment? Yae of Nae? Arranged or by chance? If chance does arrive.... Take it? Or be it gone like the wind; Never seen but felt by all. I know it It preoccupies both our minds I know it But self doubt is unrelenting Questioning, always questioning All too noticeable. All too late. I know.
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Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC
I Know?
Grip tightens. Loss of appetite, For food, for fun, for mischief All but for self loathing. Something so simple , Made so awkward. More than just trivial, All so hard. I could be so happy, Elated, Infectious in fact. Instead questioning so much Too much Appointment? Yae of Nae? Arranged or by chance? If chance does arrive.... Take it? Or be it gone like the wind; Never seen but felt by all. I know it It preoccupies both our minds I know it But self doubt is unrelenting Questioning, always questioning All too noticeable. All too late. I know.
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robert-kirwan
Irish
Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC
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