[I worry way too much...]



I worry way too much. I don't live because I'm worried. I don't take chances Or play dangerously. I alays take the safer ground; I walk on the rocks instead of the sand. My worry shows in all that I do. Even as I write, I worry. What-ifs bounce through my mind But my words are still documented Because paper is safe No one has to see, no one but me I worry though, that no one will My words will just be words My paper will just be mine Because I am too worried to share I can't figure out my worrisome ways. I'm worried they might hold me back And no one will know the real me. No one but this piece of paper. June 25, 2001

		I love writing. The best I have done to let anyone see it, is to post it on the web page. I don't know where I am going in life, but the more I think about it, I realize that I would like people to read what I write. Yet, I am timid. And that is what this is about.

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