Worrying.

Sometimes I worry.

Sometimes I worry he won't come ever again like this one boyfriend I had a while back.

Sometimes I worry that he's with some other chick.

Sometimes I worry that he's dead.

Sometimes I worry.

I told him I wouldn't worry.

No, I promised him that I wouldn't worry.

But its hard not to when I love him so damn much.

And its hard not to worry when he's someone I need to talk to.

Its hard not to worry when I love him so damn much.

I've got to stop worrying.
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I don't know. :3