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Why do I worry so,
to the point of ulcers
to plague me?

Never mind
the crazy world outide,
shit I can not control
and effect little
but my mind and body.

I speakin’ of conflicting
Values and beliefs,
having wars within me,
Petty squables and bickery
over my mind and soul.

Why can’t I be one
Happy manajery of thoughts, feelings
and secrets?

I’m afraid I need to
Declare marshall law.