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Jun 2017
I question everything I
Did that day.

I go back over everything I
Said to anyone else.

I return to all the insecurities
And worries that I've had so long.

Before I sleep I start to wonder
Do I even know
Who I am?
Seems like words are the only thing that helps
AB
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AB
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