Ambiguity turns my wounds

into a stone punch.

And my chest is too old

to keep the painful sounds

within the beats

of my heart.

Ambiguity erodes my faith.

But in small acts of kindness

I somehow find a light of hope.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed

with deep sadness

embedded deep down in my fate.

I still believe despite all the sadness

I believe that ambiguity w...

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