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To My Fellow Lonely Introverts
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Sounding too easy
And too dangerous!
What by one leap of faith
Was proven; that's all.
'To live free is to live up
To one's potential'.
Self talk, encouraged
A world of doubt, by.
And a fear-world's. Your worst foe!
Friend, play deaf to it.
This air, so denied of, is
Death to one's spirit.
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As night succumbs to its fate
Heart, re-born, the day is come
To sing of your own in
A changeable faced world's bright,
Benevolent turning.
Fear alone made it ugly!
Now this ghoulishness has cleared.
With that fog of despair.
Ere looms as a haunting thought
Forgot as a nightmare.
Copyright ©
James Watkin
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