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December 9, 2019

I’ve become a master of breaking my own heart

With simple thought

hopes and dreams

that I set myself

knowing it is impossible to reach

I will never reach or accomplish them

I will never go

and reach them

see the people I love

because my mind holds me back

it is sad and frustrating

but its ok.

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