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Worry about the unknown,   I do, I do. Sick with thought,   I am, I am. My heart races and I can't escape. My worried thoughts have taken hold. My heart is squeezed, suffocated. A gentle hand touches my mind. My heart unravels,   until next time.
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
Helping Hand
Worry about the unknown,   I do, I do. Sick with thought,   I am, I am. My heart races and I can't escape. My worried thoughts have taken hold. My heart is squeezed, suffocated. A gentle hand touches my mind. My heart unravels,   until next time.
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Sarabeth
101/F
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
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