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Distractions


I feel like a failure,

mainly to myself.

I've gotten so far, 

but don't know what is else.

No turning back,

 the fear it melts...

seeps into my brain,

until there is nothing left.

So much that the reality of it all

seems worse than death...

But GOD!

 

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