Rene de Goede

Fears Of Joy

How strange it feels all alone,
what is it I feel I don't quite know.
Is it sorrow, sadness or fear,
It's so confusing in my mind.

Will I have dreams or will I sleep,
will I have anguish and fear to keep.
My mind is made up, I will not change,
and yet their is something that still remains.

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