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Dec 2014
Doubt washing over me like a cold shower. Wondering over every passin hour. Hanging on my every word,
these thoughts I devour. Pondering endlessly, these concerns stressing me.
Stuck in glimpses of dreams,
As this world escaping me.
Courage leading, down twisting fragile roads as the world turns.
Left insecure and exposed.
Getting right On rocky roads.
Wondering where I should go,
Let fate guide my destiny.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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