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Worried Troubles

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I don't wanna go to sleep

The Lord my soul to keep

I pray I shall not weep

For the weaknesses I will defeat

I hope I eat

Sometimes I know I worry myself to these feats 

I wonder why I am discreet

To hide these thoughts within me

I guess it meant to please me

In order that my thoughts seize me

And make me crazy. 

I wonder why I'm on phase 3

Or this poetry

It's buggin me 

But before I go to bed I know I will sleep peacefully

Mentally and physically 

Is where these words are taking me 

I hope to find through these lines

The anger that has been ridding me

Of my sanity

I can't believe its haunting me

That I actually might be crazy and these words are just what makes me

A little sane,

I hope I'm not lame 

For saying this 

But is ignorance really bliss

Or am I just reliving it?

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Tony Taylor

Hey Brittney!!.......it's somewhere in the simplicity of your writing that i find myself intrigued........as though i were reading your private journal or something.........regardless........it's compelling quality hooked me my friend...........interesting read.........thanx for sharing that!!..........smiles.........T xo

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Hush Hash

I am glad you enjoyed it. :) Thank you for such kind words. :)

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