Category : Poems

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Sometimes I'm afraid,
  I'll die before I find my own place.
  I rest but my soul remains
   Weary in my chest.

 I feel lost in my own
  Loneliness and regrets, 
  But I dance and laugh, 
  It's all I can do to seem
    Fine to the rest...

 Sometimes I'm afraid,
   I'm not even good enough for myself,
  And I don't know how to handle 
  Everything that comes.