Will I ever feel the love of a woman’s body again?
Will I ever again take for granted my hope?
Will I ever believe again that I will improve?
Can I ever believe that anything really matters?
Can I ever feel anything I believe is authentic?
Can I ever believe that I really care?
Is anything I have been worth a single thought?
Is my life a litany of unhappiness or just normal?
Is anyone else different to me?
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