November 9, 2011
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He stands, shyly slumped,
Like an old decaying tree.

His hands constantly tremble,
Like the footsteps of an earthquake.

His worries tower over his life,
Acting as a pest, never leaving his mind.

He always wears an uneasy smile,
But is ashamed of who he has unwillingly become.

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