The insecurity of not knowing what is coming as a result of anything you do.
Please don’t allow me
To take a sip
The pain is almost enough
As it is
Don’t want to reach hell
Before my time.
Just want to break free.
Keep me close
Like the katydids stick
To the trees
And fondle my knees
If you must
For they’re the only things I have
That will trust
Anything close to me.
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