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Never Rarely Sometimes Always



Some questions feel like it judges you 
Even the ones that don't have the right answer; 
The ones that don't ask you to describe, 
The ones that is so simple it even gives you choice 
And yet it never make you safe enough about your voice 

Some of it stripes you down to the core 
Words and words, one after another 
As if it rarely leaves you without asking more 

Sometimes it feels like it's way too easy 
But how exactly many times considered as sometimes 
Is it once, twice, or is even my count the same amount as the other? 
Answer with sometimes, and you can masked it with indefinite to feel safer 

But after all, question is needed 
To get to know, to dig deeper, to find what you're looking for 
It might bare your soul, it might made you feel smaller; 
The question is merely looking for answer, 
But you are always be the only one who have the power

Here's one reminder for you
The never rarely, sometimes always

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