fearful
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Tired bone and sorrowed hand,
Make of thee all that you can.
Build thy life of hope and tear,
Of all thy love and all thy fear.
I have this tendancy to
Fall apart sometimes.
When the banging in
My head
Becomes so loud,
I am drowning
In my thoughts that
Frighten me more than anything.
And the muffled shouts become
