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Worry wakes me at 2am refusing to let me go to bed "Come, let's talk" he says to me, **"about all of life's possibilities; of life, of death, of what happens after of fate, of choices, of happily-ever-afters of sickness, of danger-and even kidnappers, of careers, of regrets, of blessings and bets of family, of neighbors, of lovers, of friends. Come! Let's chat, inside your head. We have all night, so take your time. Let's also make a grocery list-don't forget the wine!"** I hate when Worry wakes me at 2am but I must be polite, so I just smile and nod my head I listen to all that Worry tells me but he makes himself comfortable and dwells deep inside me he visits for days and sometimes weeks yet when he leaves, he escapes without a peep Dear Worry, please next time just knock at the door give me some time, so I may implore! Yet, tonight we remain friends viewing the world through your concave lens as you rest yourself inside my head dear Worry, it is time for bed.
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Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
Worry
Worry wakes me at 2am refusing to let me go to bed "Come, let's talk" he says to me, **"about all of life's possibilities; of life, of death, of what happens after of fate, of choices, of happily-ever-afters of sickness, of danger-and even kidnappers, of careers, of regrets, of blessings and bets of family, of neighbors, of lovers, of friends. Come! Let's chat, inside your head. We have all night, so take your time. Let's also make a grocery list-don't forget the wine!"** I hate when Worry wakes me at 2am but I must be polite, so I just smile and nod my head I listen to all that Worry tells me but he makes himself comfortable and dwells deep inside me he visits for days and sometimes weeks yet when he leaves, he escapes without a peep Dear Worry, please next time just knock at the door give me some time, so I may implore! Yet, tonight we remain friends viewing the world through your concave lens as you rest yourself inside my head dear Worry, it is time for bed.
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Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
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