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Apr 6
The feeling of not knowing
Why you are
Or how to show it
Or what to do

This feeling has become a constant
It lurks behind a veil
A mask of confidence
A mirage of knowledge

Help me learn
Help me grown
Assist me in my blooming
Allow me to grow

Give me food
Give me water
Give me life
And give me death
I swear Iā€™m actually not depressed I just write what comes out
Written by
Ickabobroe  16/M/Nunya
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