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Doubt hangs like purple storm clouds In my consciousness Blowing through me, up my nose and out my ears Sneezing rain drops on a summer day Staring at my feet, the only thing I wan to look at Feet are allowed to be ugly How can I be? Something more than a dot on a map A statistic in a book A wave of static in the frequency How can I be? MORE More that I need More than I can handle But everything I want