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t his n that - you bicker and argue and fuss and cuss and throw tantrums and quilt quarrels...just shut up...just be quiet for once please...sh, silence is true gladness and happiness...quietude is my attitude of gratitude h atred and love brew in with my coffee...must be the caffeine high after all..heh i see nothing special...im all conditions mixed in one sitting... s o...only lonely when you are all alone; hence, my empathy towards you-know-who n othing much is happening these days...nostalgia and its nightfall of plenty has tongue wars with me t aunted and haunted by fears and tears and cheers and i'm still here n i hold you dear...im near...im DISTRESSED and EUSTRESSED...thanks for asking...thanks a lot...let silence speak first...before words flutter out of your cranium of numb and dumb and you succumb to cockroached crumb h ats down - I'm a poet and I didn't know it!... a aaand I'm just kiddin', darlin' t otally obsessed with you-know-whom-i-wont-mention . . . my heart beats with apprehension and anxiety every single day and night...no lies and no worries...i'm okay....im good...im great....im excellent...im brilliant...just gotta wear that brave face - aGaIn