I worry about that voice in my head.
The one that says have we done enough, yet?I'm afraid of it.
Afraid it will never be satisfied.
Afraid it will always stay with me.
Afraid of what it's repetition truly reflects on my own soul.
More than anything I'm afraid that it will never say what else can we do?
When do we become a good person?
When do we become good?
When do we become?
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