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Worry
Cold night as I sit here
waiting for your call. It's
been hours, even a day it
seems like forever.
I don't know what was
going on, that we couldn't
communicate with each
other.
The world is a cruel place
to be out here, so cold
and yet so vulnerable.
It's as if the world has
turned it's back.
So much worry has crossed
my mind hours on end. It
feels like forever and ever,
that I couldn't put it out of
my mind.
When I finally learned that
the next day, that you were
in the hospital. It was not
news for me to hear it at all.
waiting for your call. It's
been hours, even a day it
seems like forever.
I don't know what was
going on, that we couldn't
communicate with each
other.
The world is a cruel place
to be out here, so cold
and yet so vulnerable.
It's as if the world has
turned it's back.
So much worry has crossed
my mind hours on end. It
feels like forever and ever,
that I couldn't put it out of
my mind.
When I finally learned that
the next day, that you were
in the hospital. It was not
news for me to hear it at all.
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