I need someone to tell me everything is
going to work out. Slow me down. I need someone to assure me that the dreams
spinning around in this creative mind of mine will, in actuality, come to life.
Talk to me, I know I am not the only one. Just tell me it’s the world, not me.
It’s the cruel, harsh winds of this place throwing my balance off. It’s the
pool of whispers of the hopeless, the curses and cries from the lonely. It’s
not me. Tell me it’s not me.
(in Don't Panic)
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