Doubt to self

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Today, I wish I could close my door go to a station and make a trip to anywhere.

But I can't.

And I guess that's the main part of it.

All I can write, tell, rime, sing protest, support disappear in the one word, writing misplaced or even mis-interpreted.

I feel tired to the very bones.

And poor to the bones.

How far should I doubt myself. For, up to now, I feel a guilt in everything.

I am exhausted to the very marrow

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