Doubt is a illness
It can corrupt our mind
Make us feel all gross inside
It can swallow us down
Turn us inside out
And at the ride it spits us out
At the end of the day we trust who
We may but some will always have
To stay in the place where there will be no ray
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PoetryThese are poems I write, there just things that come upon me:) I hope you guys like them!
