Like you are losing/about to lose something that never was yours?
It's a curious, irrational feeling.
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And yet on a seemingly parallel thought pattern I am contemplating the fear of the Lord.
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Come, take me away into the stillness of the night.
With bated breath I await the new morn.
There is no progress where there is no risk.
But yet why do I continue to pine for yesterday?
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