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Aug 2016
The Doubts,
The constant,
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.
Mazzy Ram
Written by
Mazzy Ram  Canada
     Fawn and Anna-Marie Rose
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