TrepidationTrepidation The waiting and the hoping will destroy us in the end If the candle's burning out the wick will snuff the light it sends Encroaching darkness swallows up what meager life we've led And in the end with all our fear it'd be far better to be dead The city lights scream a chorus to our deafened ears The sluggish river runs as blood beyond the pulse it fears Within the confines of our minds we threaten what we hold dear And in the end we need reassurance by the loved we hold so near Wishing, hoping, fearing, needing--the knowledge of our loss When wished that hope appears, andTrepidation
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Always carry a spoon in your back pocket. Just in case you get attacked by wild dingos and have to defend yourself.
If I have
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Hey look I get to be the first one to post a Devious Comment on your page! I feel so special. I get to look at my talented wife’s work!
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Always carry a spoon in your back pocket. Just in case you get attacked by wild dingos and have to defend yourself.
If I have
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Pessimist: hopelessly optimistic and always disappointed.
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Always carry a spoon in your back pocket. Just in case you get attacked by wild dingos and have to defend yourself.
If I have
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