I refuse to worry.
Too much is coming at me all at once.
And I am tired of trying to do everything, all right, all the time.
At night , as the cliche goes, I lay in bed staring at my yellow ceiling,
thinking about all that could wrong.
Sleepless in Kla.
For what?
Hasn't the worst happened?
Aren't Mum & Dad gone?
Aren't Mum & Dad gone?
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