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  • I am the nursery rhymes weaving around the school,
    I am the Christmas stories your parents tell you.

    I am the reason why you pray every night,
    I am the controller of your stage fright.

    I am the rules which you abide,
    I am why people commit suicide.

    I am why you leap out of bed every day,
    I am why Lady Gaga leaves her hair in disarray.

    I, Belief, stand in utter control within the mind.
    Rigid, dominating, and completely refined.

    Alas; whilst the world crumbles around you,
    Whoever else will you turn to?

    Alas; when all hope's been scalded; eradicated.
    When your fate's been decided; concluded.

    Who will peel back this turmoil,
    this horrifying chill?
    When all support's gone, when no one's there,
    I will.
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