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Different VoicesI thought I had it Settled, I've done it oft Before. It's buried deep Inside my heart, It's part of who I am. But now I feel I'm swimming, Against a current Strong, Of many different Voices, And darkness all Around. There's not a soul To turn to. There's not a guide To know. I see no point In reaching out, To be pushed around Again! Joy Weare. 10th July, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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