worried

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( this one means a lot to me, this one has to be my favorite one.)

Worried?
Me?
... Yes
All the time.
Over nothing,
My mind rolls over and over of what you just said.
Just then you gave me hope.
Just then I threw it away.
And left it to make marks.
The marks you make me do.
Every word you say,
Makes a mark.
And one day I'll run out of room.
And be forced to put my marks on the paper.
But not yet.
One more mark and then I'm done.
Done of hearing you talk about me.
All the bad things in life.
All the people that made me worry,
Would be gone.
And all my friends you ask?
They don't care.
They would just replace me like nothing ever happend.
One more worry is all it takes.
One more,
Then I'll put the blade away.

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