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The Moment


Sick to your stomach Waiting for the morning Hiding the box And that protruding stomach. They said it was best in the morning And though you want accuracy It is terrifying to wait. It has been a few months and you are worried. Things are changing and you get worried. Begging to God that you should not fear Deep inside you are found in hopeless apparitions Praying that if this or if that that it will all work out. Longest time just waiting there The next morning is the best and worst You finally get to know But it may be the result you were worried about.
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