I'm seeing...
How do you know, what is there and what is real,
When most of the time everything is just a dream?
I'm speaking...
How can you tell what is the truth and a lie
When as I try to speak, my words simply die
I'm thinking...
How will you recognise the recklessness of words
When they're forming in my mind and have yet still to surface?
I'm asking...
How will anyone ever answer me
When this is a page that no one will ever see?
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