I have awoken and all is not well
Gloomy weather or sinister blether I can not tell.
No magical feeling, the smile has been broken
A sense in my chest is gnawing and choking.
I'm going outside, I may be a while
I'm going to hunt for my usual smile.
With an over thinking mind I've been cursed,
Often the outcome is thinking the worst.
Paranoia eats away at my gut,
I could be wrong, there's always a but.
Maybe I'll leave it, doubts controlled at last.
Maybe I wont and find out what happens when aspersions are cast.
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