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© Gemma L. Holliday
22nd November 2002
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When my spirits
Are at their lowest
The doubts come out to play
The worries and inadequacies
Rear their ugly heads
And bitterly laugh
At each tiny stumble
Turning molehills
Into mountains
Turning simple fear
Into fiery dragons
Yet
When I cannot go on
When I just want to give up
I simply have to look to you
And the fears
Dissipate
Like a bubble
Burst
For when your smile
Is turned on me
There is nothing
I cannot do



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