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Worrying is my habit,
To which I am an addict,
In fearing, I am a rabbit,
As only losses I predict,
Fate alone is the culprit,
Its act who can contradict?
Eyes of mine melt like ice,
Cries my heart as hope dies,
Tries my soul to be
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