Not finished

Why are my palms sweaty?
Why am I so restless and jumpy?
I'm pretty nervous all the time,
but this is crazy!

Crazy?
Maybe.

I tend to consider
the things left unattended.
no one cares that your late, so why are you worried.

I guess I just don't want to be hated!

poem by Agent Chaos
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