Oh doubt, you hit me so hard, the rocks crumble after the first blows scratch a mark upon my face.
I know I'm doing better than before however the slow voices do try get the best of me. I am alone not so alone when I do write poetry.
Is this reality just a bad dream, or a paradise full of ice-cream.
If you can relate, don't give up, I am also one who breathes with you in this humanity.
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