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Just Tell Me

the truth,

(even though it will
cut like knives and draw blood)

if I am being fair to you,
appearing on your doorstep
like an apparition from the past.
After all,

I am

(a ghost, a dream, a question mark)

standing alone,
as I always have done
in the spotlight
of this strange circus.

If you are not sure;
if you feel hesitant,
your doubts are accusations;
jigsaw puzzle pieces that do not fit.

Just tell me

(like a life line;
like a gift of grace)

I can hang on to.


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