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Self doubt is the catalyst

For conformity

When the crowd

Dictates your identity

Because you tremble

At the thought of...

Thinking

Instead you spend your life

Hoping

That everyone you were

Following

Had it all figured out


But that doubt

Will eat away at you

Because only fools

Put their lives

Into the hands of those

Who are thinking

That way too.

Dancing in a conga line

With no direction

Circling the drain

Without progression.

by Kayla Henry



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The moral rights of the author have been asserted.

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