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Fret

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Summary:
about my anxiety...
Darkness dread, my fear is fed
In the gothic gloom, squander
Feelings take a toll
expending them freely
leaves one with a dull ache

emptiness ensues with fretful thoughts
I'm not liked of this, I'm sure
spurned affections answer for me
Little lady, so bare
Cover your nakedness

a multitude of imperfections we see
needful redemption afflicted sorrow
Be it now or on the morrow
When you realize your folly

incessant chatter rankles my nerves
It's as if the bleak is giving a sermon
to which there is no penance for sin





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