i'm being worry.
the more i get worry
the more i ask "why"
the more i get worry
the more i thought about "what if"
i hate this situation,
and the more i get worry
the more i stressed out
the more i freaked out
the more i'm sick of myself.
and i start to write scrappy notes again.
xoxo, M.
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