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Anxiety—The deadline's approaching Only two days left. What should I do? Angst—This paper's too long The topic's too complicated. What can I do? Denial—This isn't too bad I've got this. Why was I worried? Despair—Help. Me.

She stood there at the curb before a mountain, thinking how great it would be to fly He sits there in the chair at the cafe table thinking how great it would be to live They lie there on the ground by the cyprus tree, wishing how they could sit nor stand, and just act

What if they don't like me? Who's asking you to like them back? What if they don't listen? Then why do you talk to them? What if they don't care? Who's asking you to listen? What if they're cruel? You don't have to stay.

Every day you look out the window and hope To welcome the inspiration as it comes. But when it comes knocking at your chestnut door- -Rap, rap rap-it's dinner time and you want to sleep.

What you said yesterday, what you're saying today What you'll say tomorrow; why hesitate? Just say it Do you remember what that one guy Yeah the one that other day said? Oh you do? Does it make a difference if you do? Will he stop saying what he says now?

Tick Tock, Tick Tock Did you hear the clock say hello? The day had finally come, he was no longer a boy. And he rose with the sun and a smile. Unsmiling, the mirror stood waiting for him He winked at the fragile reflection If I said it, you wouldn't believe it. It wasn't a farewell,  but a true goodbye

Today I met an old man, He seemed very familiar He sounds like he knows a lot I'd love to learn from him Sad he's moving away in a few days Else we could've been friends Today I met a young man He reminds me of myself Just as presumptuous as I was back then He has a lot to learn Sad I'm moving away in a few days Else I'd have watched this train wreck

I had taken off my leather shoes And was about to take off my socks When, behind me, a knock came It was my old friend again I had promised him fortunes I had promised him virtues As I remembered his lost horse How could I show my face again?

He held a pen He held a blue pen in his hand. He held an old blue pen in his left hand. He held his father's old blue pen in his left hand to write. He held his father's rusty old blue pen in his bleeding left hand to write. He held his late father's rusty old blue pen in his bleeding left hand to write a letter. He held his late alcoholic father's rusty old blue pen in his bleeding left hand to write a letter back home. He had to go. He held his late alcoholic father's rusty old blue pen in his bleeding left hand to write a letter to his mother back home. He had to go. The soldiers knocked at the door. He held his late alcoholic fathe

Have you ever Read a beautiful story That you wanted to share But you weren't sure So you didn't say a word Have you ever Raised your hand-almost But brought it back? Have you ever Thought up a great question But held your tongue? Have you ever met The boy with no stories? He's the one in the corner Always so friendly, Doesn't say much, doesn't ask much But just smiles and nods.