This brain storm keeps me clouded, shards like glass cover me when I'm feeling doubted. Do people believe me, some of them do, do I care no,lying I couldn't speak, lie that nothing bothers me. Freely I can see, but will those who ask believe me, though they might never see it, or understand it like me. The world spins, so fast, another day, another year, another change, another chance could I survive, stay a man, or become a revolutionary?
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