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I stopped speaking
I held ties in my mind
writing poetry in my head
fears, loneliness
and retracting back to darn
what lessons are held
settling down, plumged in the ground
If any or is that what we tell ourselfs.
Is sucess is a paycheck? What image is given or how one percieves what another can give. I took the image away
and realized not sure what's left to stand
tall maybe I'll fall right dead center
smacked in the face where
belief is reality, what is reality
what world do you live in or
planet better yet Billions on earth but the scales tipped.
I FEEL a bit alien in it all.
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