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"Quieten down...
Release your anchor, and sink into bed."
"I can't...
The whims of the world are much to heavy...
For me not to bother."
"The weight of the world isn't yours to bear...
It'll sort itself out,
if only you'd give it time to spare..."
"But that's just it, isn't it?
If only there's enough time for all of it to fit.
The ******* truth is...
there's never enough.
There can never be for those built with edges so rough."
"Why are you so sure
about something that has yet to happen?
When future's sand has yet to be spilled,
and its ink has yet to be written."
"Because that's just me.
I am a being fraught with worry.
You know that.
It's the only way I can be ready.
It's the only way I can be steady."
"Then allow me to keep you company.
For I am you, as much as you are me.
Till such time you eventually feel,
that you're ready to retire and heal."
"Thank you...
Your words comfort me much.
I welcome you,
to see me through this chaos in my head.
I've severed the anchor...
Let us sail to tranquillity,
leave the turbidity in our wake.
And replace it with
peaceful dreams in its stead."
ryn
ryn
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You know you've lost your marbles when you write pieces such as this.
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