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The Journal of Anita Mac Just a draft
05/21/2013 12:53 a.m.
I worry that my words
convey too much,
and I worry that my worry
keeps them far from being enough.
And why do I think things through
and think things through
and think maybe you know
and do the same.
Or maybe I know you think
and do the same.
I look back and see
you living and loving on my level,
in my depths,
and we're so few and far between down here.
How could I just let you drift west?
| Member Comments on this Entry |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 05/26/13 at 09:34 PM ...and maybe you just worry too much :>) |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/27/13 at 11:25 AM We just think too much rather than letting ourselves go to the feelings that are there and spitting them out, letting ourselves be who we can be. |
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