Worst Case Parade

no matter how many times you tell yourself “everything is ok”
the unsettling edges of overthinking parade
and with every worst-case scenario, your breath has run away

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One Response to Worst Case Parade

  1. Bel says:

    Lol! I’m a constant worrier – so it’s easy to relate to the worst case parade.

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