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I feel irrational Im flush in guilt
Afraid of hurting him immensely more
I feel he doesnt fancy me at core
As partner so I worry weep and wilt
I fear his failures first I table tilt
I rally recognition put him fore
I clap I cheer I champion chant or roar
I swiftly sponge away a beer hes spilt
I feel I fear he isnt error prone
Its not enough annoyance to truly nix
Identifying as one a frothy mix
His geegees are a bore I fear Ill groan
A mirror me indulges temple stress
A trigger finger foraging a tress
Chorus stress anxiety hassle