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I’ve had to take a separate way

One without approvals that stay

I’m fearful on my own

Though my spirit is ready for a fray


I’m searching for some comprehension

Laughter doesn’t ease my tension

Quiet compassion weaves thoughts

Brings me answers without fore mentions


All is muffled within my deep thoughts

As I strive to be less distraught

I search for fresh air to inhale

As I trust there is purpose in all I have sought