Sleepless Nights
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Emotions ripping, pulling, burning
In a cauldron in the sky
Full of life’s miseries
Churning, turning, bubbling,
Stewing in the depth of your strife
Brewing your worries and insecurities
Into a tormented concoction
Of misconstrued ideas
And misplaced anxiety
That keeps you tossing and turning
The night through
Until the morning arises
With the cauldron a blackened hue
And you are still left wondering…
Whatever shall you do?
Writings of a Mrs 
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