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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364012" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Worries 2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At times, we feel that <br>we have the worries of the world <br>resting on our shoulders <br>that seem to increase in size <br>as everyday passes. <br>We look around for someone to talk to; <br>invariably there is no one there. <br>The worries magnify themselves ten fold <br>and you begin to wonder how you will ever cope with them. <br>You keep looking over your shoulder <br>believing someone is watching <br>every move you make, <br>but know it is your imagination <br>just playing tricks on you. <br>The worries keep increasing at an alarming rate. <br>You begin to wonder <br>if there is any way out <br>with the burden that you carry. <br>You look for options that might help you through, <br>or is there just one way, <br>just to end it all. <br>Give up and submit, <br>end everything. <br>These are the words that ring out in your head. <br>They add more confusion <br>to the worries you already have. <br>You go to bed hoping, always hoping <br>tomorrow things will be better, <br>but in your heart, you know they won’t. <br>It will only be another repetitive circle <br>of what you have had today. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>21 November 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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we have the worries of the world 
resting on our shoulders 
that seem to increase in size 
as everyday passes. 
We look around for someone to talk to; 
invariably there is no one there. 
The worries magnify themselves ten f..."></div>
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