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Credence.


What is the one thing That I can't live without? If you asked me back then I'd probably say brussel sprouts. But, I was only a kid Who didn't really know much. Most of my knowledge Involved vegetables and double dutch. And, now I've reached adolescence So, my brain is more mature. Although sometimes I'm asked this question I am still a bit unsure. But, I've practiced my answer For when this question arose again And instead of saying food or water, I'd point to my skin. I'd say credence is the one thing That keeps me alive each day. All insecurity can do Is turn my life dark and gray. I won't make any promises That I will feel the same next week. I might even say I need my phone Or my body will fall weak.
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