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Again, I sit here in wonder.

Brought down from my high.

Considering what to do now.

Do I continue to try?

Even though I don’t know how?

Forget it all with a blind eye?

Give into it?

Have it take over.

I really don’t think I can.

Just one time I want to win.

Kindly change the game of  

Life.

Maybe one day i’ll figure it out.

No more doubt.

Open my mind, seal my heart.

Proud still to play my part.

Questioning the game, out right.

Right down to the end of the line.

Still I might be lost, devastation and confusion.

Time will tell.

Understanding should come with age.

Varying from page to page.

When will

X’s on calendars stop marking my days?

Yes, now I am ready.

Zealous to be saved.

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