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Dear God
I am so afraid
I am so afraid of being wrong
Not saying 2+2=3
But of being so damn wrong in who I am
So damn wrong in my choices
In the spectrum of life
There is no end or beginning
No good nor bad
No fear or strength to measure
No lives taken or posessions lost
Nothing to count but days spent
Waiting for forever; remembering
I sit and watch as you watch her wishing it were me. Screaming on the inside because I just want to be acknowledged, want to be noticed