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I do a lot of good unconsciously for I care greatly I say a lot that is true that bothers me I write to reach the heart and mind of society I prate a lot of the time when things upset me I walk far to try and leave my past behind where no one can find me I struggle often because my life doesn't seem to be mine but an anomaly I want to sing and dance and shout so I am heard by all about I try to opine but sometimes nothing of worth comes out that brings a smile I worry unnecessarily for it is inbuilt in me I suffer from anxiety which is a huge burden that won’t set me free I sometimes do not act my own best friend I want fame and glory but often offend I do not often seek out what's good for me for I love gnawing misery I cannot accept all aspects of me for I frighten even me