Not finished
Why are my palms sweaty?
Why am I so restless and jumpy?
I'm pretty nervous all the time,
but this is crazy!
Crazy?
Maybe.
I tend to consider
the things left unattended.
no one cares that your late, so why are you worried.
I guess I just don't want to be hated!
poem by Agent Chaos
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