So so
And so,
I clearly grow
I clearly strive,
And to provide
I clearly work,
And while I work
I clearly push unto the side
The nagging doubts,
The nagging thoughts of all those whom I can't abide,
And so I work,
But for what gain?
To ease the burden on my brain?
To quell my heavy altered heart,
But most of all,
To keep me sane.
poem by Maria Grace Kelly
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