sometimes i feel as though I’m crazy,
as if crazy is the norm.
so now I’m thinking that just maybe….
maybe I should just conform.
what was the point in all this time
if all this time, I was wrong.
all my convictions based on fictions
blur the lines that I have drawn.
so now I draw upon all that I’ve learned
to validate the past.
because I need to know the truth,
but now I’m to afraid to ask.
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