"don't worry about me,"
i whispered softly
"you have yourself to worry about."
and everybody
followed my
instructions
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the root of compassion
Poetryoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
worry
"don't worry about me,"
i whispered softly
"you have yourself to worry about."
and everybody
followed my
instructions
