(17)

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I still have a feeling there's more to me (at least I pray there is) .
I'd wish I could find the poet. I still doubt whether it's even in me altogether, but I want it.
Or the writer.  Well I guess they are the same thing.

The chance of me utilizing this skill is still questionable and unknown. 

(16)

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It feels like my inner dim sleet has stopped. Or is about to stop.
Feels nice, calm and peaceful even if it will leave a mess. I'm putting on wellies but then again, I have a feeling I might not need them. But you know what they say - better safe then sorry. 

(15)

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I'll leave. I'll have no choice and I'll have to leave.
I don't want to nor will I later...

But at the end of the day, I did it to myself.

I was curious.

(14)

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I am tired of the lack of self-confidence in me, but I can't switch it off just like that. It's rooted too deep within...
Somewhere in between who I am, want to be, am becoming, hope to be, is the bare, clueless person. and suddenly I don't even know what music I like to listen to... I don't even have that anymore! 

(13)

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I am a good person.
But as carefully a child looks at his parents when they perform simple tasks to learn them, I look at people around me to learn humanity and concern and simple caring. It's most odd.