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The thoughts and fears in our head
When we are ready, will be shed
Unlike chaff from the wheat
It does not require ourselves to beat.
Carried carefully through every day
It is them who are most in our way
In our mind they grow tall
Nourished and fed one and all
They need not be harvested
It is best if they are divested
Sill each time one forms
It takes room in the dorms
That we foster and planed
And give energy to expand

Let these thoughts not stay
You need not listen to their bay
They should be held then released
If they are famished you will feast
They will know many guises
So acknowledge them not as surprises
You can not be just one way
Else you not bend when paths stray

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