i'm holding my breath,
being frightened of move that is sudden.
even shadows
are mighty to scare me to death.
i'm not weeping
of losing high hopes, failing rates.
Every midnight my conscious aches.
Ain't no sleeping.
must be a bad joke
that was told on me once i started.
this is what being is, i got it.
yes, a spoke,
yes, Im poked.
yes, yes, yes ,yes, yes, yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes ye
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