Everything about it is a love song

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If this New entry field was as wide and blank as my gut then maybe that is close to what I feel. But then, with each word the space quickly fills with seeds of doubt. Does dwelling help? Is really pampering my worries the best way to acknowledge their presence? It seemed like a waste of precious time. To me: savor every last drop out of this sweet life.
I couldn't possibly put it to words- and shouldn't. I won't spend any last moments begging. So don'--.