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How is it that I can’t hear…

..when people say it so clear?

What I can only sense is fear

That’s not what I want, my dear
How is it that I can’t feel

What is fake from what is real?

I don’t understand, what’s the deal?
I’m not making sense, not at all

I feel so tired, so I’m just going to fall

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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