Far Behind
Truthfully though,
I know I need to radically accept,
But I’m actually dying inside,
Since I can’t find a remedy for this pain;
I’ve begged,
I’ve hoped,
But nothing seems to work,
And so I’m stuck here in the mud of my past
While everyone else is skipping cheerfully in the future.
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