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Doubts

by mazzy

The Doubts, The constant, Sporadic, Persistant, Doubts. Riding on a ferris wheel, Going up and down, Riding through the wave, Then all alone in my cave. Going up and down. The doubts Come and go, Set me free, Then prison me in bitter sprees. Oh, leave me be. There is no room for doubt, That is the key.
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Aug 22, 2016
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