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Blank stares fill the void as The nomenclature�s jargon Stirs the fertile earth The neophyte walks alone, A baptism of fire. Give and take is only a scratch Of the surface, the only truth Is security of self. I walk the path alone, Though the experienced say They�re there for me. Inside the storm rages - Fear, doubt, anxierty. Each pass of the sun does Bring a little peace though I cannot see it. |
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