Things go so well,

So much praise,

Until I dwell,

And I’m sick for days.

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Thoughts stir,

I’m not good enough,

Eternal whisperer,

My mind is overstuffed.

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Bombarded with pain,

Crippled with guilt,

Worry in the fast lane,

And left alone to wilt.

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I cannot thank you enough for reading my poetry.

Stay safe out there.

Emma.

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