“I slept well. Deep. Emptied.”
That is good.
“I woke lonely and afraid;
Carrying a burden of anxiety.”
Can you bear it?
The words rang like three bells
In the distance, distinct, tolling:
“I. Don’t. Know.”
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“I slept well. Deep. Emptied.”
That is good.
“I woke lonely and afraid;
Carrying a burden of anxiety.”
Can you bear it?
The words rang like three bells
In the distance, distinct, tolling:
“I. Don’t. Know.”
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Beautiful, John. I think each of us feels this way sometimes.