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Late night quiet

In my bed I lay awake
my heart pounding, my hands shake
my mind fills with thoughts unclear
Is this hate or just fear
so many emotions boiling up inside
like a tea kettle steam arise
bubbling and brewing like a fresh lie
until the truth comes out
peace and quiet

TOODALOO JW

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