Worry

Everyone’s day is brimming with worryNo one seems to careEveryone is in too much a hurryTo help someone, no one will dare No one seems to careDays begin to become blurryTo help someone, no one will dareEveryone is full of fury Days begin to become blurryKind acts become rareEveryone is full of furyAll anyone does is stare Kind acts become rareEveryone is in too much a hurryAll anyone does is stareEveryone’s day is brimming with worry

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