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  • Writer: M. Renae Dubois
    M. Renae Dubois
  • Nov 1
  • 1 min read

Dissatisfaction its endemic

We all feel it, all the time

Some will be not quite defeated

But for some its end of line

Can we ever have our hopes realised

And take it in the hand

The scope of all our fantasies in

The vast expanse of land

Cos its not just have I got that job

Or does she really like

Its also fears of distant wars

And how to pray quite right

The quiet unease laying

Underneath a mission or pretense

Imposter syndrome and an awareness of

An insignificant self



 
 
 

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