...and there
the danger lies,
when you cannot
believe in me when
i cannot too believe
in myself anymore,
i happened. I am
glad, i did not pack
up and leave,
i keep myself
even in my own disbelief,
as you left me
for another, i still keep
myself, even if i cannot
believe in me
anymore, ....
i do not have any
other, if i lose myself,
i have nothing.
this is faith.
To keep this self,
in its lowest ebb.
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