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Anxious Love Running, spinning thoughts in my head, My heart is racing and my legs feel like lead. My hands are trembling and cold with sweat, My stomach is queasy and filled with fret. My throat is parched and in need of drink, I am so confused sometimes I cannot think. The tomorrow I wait for is also that which I fear, What will you think of me when I draw near? How will you see me when I go to meet you? Will you be pleased or think me the fool. Its been a long while, will you remember me still. Will you still love me? Only time will tell. |
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