I told myself that I’d have nothing to say today.

But here they turn, the moment I wake, with no delay…

O Angst and O Nausea, you seem to be a fine friend of mine.

O Weary and O heavy, you must find me devine.

We compliment each other quite well; no on can tell.

That we both volunteer in each other’s prison cell.

Perhaps a call back home or call from home would release the pressure?

But then it’s morning, and I realize I’m safely tucked away in my forgotten treasure.

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