don't worry,
don't fret, or
lose sleep, or
wring your hands
over me. this too
shall pass, this
love or lust, or
whatever you make
of us. just dust,
just pebbles
rolling in the wind,
here and gone,
stretch out your
arms, and say
good bye, say
hello to someone
new, the next new
heart to come
straggling along.
but don't concern
yourself with me,
i'm fine with or
without you, i
always am. it's what
i do. i was born
into this and will
see it through,
until the end.
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