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to be content.

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Ceiling Serenade

It’s not that I diedI’m only hiding.I’m afraid of success;It breaks the lies I believe. Self-doubt protests:“Who are you trying to become?““Who says you can overcome?” I know by now for sure thatFreedom rests past doubtShould one endure. How long; how longMust I wait? A break; a breakIt’s 3 AM and yet I wake. Thinking…
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Countless

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When You Create

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Is your faith a fad?

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Peace and Poetry: What’s the point?

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Warning, wrath & woe

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Ode to humility

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Wormwood


