worry
maybe its quilt or its the neverending thought that the person you love hates you
anxious
the fact the nobody will ever mean anything
our minds should leave our bodies and get rid of these complaints
these worrisome nights have me thinking that maybe its my quilt
or would that make this unvalid?
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