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Created on: May 15, 2007
ANTICIPATION OF APPREHENSION
I can't wait I want it now
But I'm not sure of exactly how
The juices flow threatening to spill
I cringe away as I embrace the thrill
The lights too bright without it's too dark
I can't feel what is in my heart
I can't see what's in my soul
Is it all but a gaping hole?
I want it bad yet I fear its spell
If there's no Heaven is there a Hell?
If when you die you continue on
Then what is evil if nothing is gone?
If you can't destroy but only redirect
Then there is only life and there's no death
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My identity is fleeting, and it evades me day to day,
an unknown person in the mirror, living a different way.
Though I ask
Who am I?
I need to know
Am I the truth
Or am I a lie?
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The who, what and why
Is identity my name
Or finding
These hands, this heart,
these eyes, this part
of my soul,
oh yes, this, and all of it,
it belongs to Him.
This birth, this breath,
this
What we have is not
who we are.
We are not the names
our parents gave us
or the things our teachers
taught us.
We are not the
I'm a girl,
I'm a daughter,
I'm a sister,
I'm a cousin,
I'm a niece,
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