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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This feeling of bewilderment blows things out of proportion… Give me whatever advice you’ve got…I’m willing to listen Why are you looking at me funny? Why do you like to watch me suffer indecision? What about I scream in your ears Maybe you’ll hear…maybe you’ll get the clue That I care about you… I thought you knew…you knew… There. I said it. If I didn’t say it, it wouldn’t be true But, it is true… It’s not something new Open wide your mouth, So I can clean it up with words of sincerity There’s no point in weeping… No point in sleeping… There’s a road for you and I to drive on To drive away the thoughts of being gone This distasteful dread…this scary experience Will fade away in due time… Don’t you worry about a thing We have to keep moving forward…we can’t look back I know we both can be get off track This anxiety of losing you… This terrible tragedy will not be upon us Watch your step! Cut off the deadly cancer! Be wary! Ask me for support when you feel unsure Are you sure you know where we’re going? Hey, my eyes see a splendid sight ahead of us… It’s called Tomorrow as mentioned in my faith-driven dreams Midnight unveils itself in a jiffy Our wings are broken; they’re not able to fly The waves of emotion wash over me and I long to tread My legs feel like lead… Where do your winds blow? And your reply is as soft as smooth butter, Marinating on warm toast
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