Treasure Island

April Swan

(3/3/95 / san deigo)

Don't Worry


Don't worry about me flower
You have your own
Stress and strain
For my worries
I will worry
You don't need mine
And I try my best
To not let you
Even if you did
not care
I still say

Submitted: Friday, March 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
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It was what I wanted to tell my friend. But It would not fit with the conversation and probable make them worry instead when bringing it up all out of nowhere. at least that is how I felt at the time. I wont be able to hide any thing from them though.. I wish I could but she is really smart. Knows everything. I love her but I dislike that she can be smart some times..

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