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I still struggle with doubt, The forces surmount me from within and without They fling me around and about I’m caught up between taking the world for myself or taking it for nothing But I feel that even though I exist in the world I’m still far away from it! No matter how I ace up my sleeve The world got nothing to give, This the bitter truth I can only heave This the reality I do not wish to live. If a wrote a book about life, this truth I would accentuate I’m well aware of the possibilities that this may actuate But I’m just speaking my mind, I’m not saying this is accurate Well, maybe the world is yours Or it never was! but I still want to get much out of the world _though I can’t! I want to believe the world is mine too _though I don’t I want to carry on this fight _But I won’t Because this might be all yours But was it ever really mine?