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QUESTIONS.

I feel like I'm at some war
With myself, with my own mind, heart, body.
Craving clarity
I get along, not too often
Yet too much at once.
I've been questioning it all.
Questioning existence and why it comes,
Questioning love and why it goes.
Questioning why we enter, to leave
Why we speak so much
About things we don't do anything about.
The one's we don't need.
The one's that better be forgotten.
I guess i have been confining myself
Now, I feel less so.
Now, I am more me.
Now, I am happier.
But now, I'm at war.

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