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I feel like
I'm walking upstream
through a current strong enough
to pull me under again.
Every once in a while I find a rock
that is strong enough for me to lean on
and I can rest for a bit.
But the rocks get tired of holding me
and then let go and I am left drowning
thrown 50 feet back again.
Nothing is harder
then standing in the current
when everything in you
is telling you
how much easier it would be
to let yourself get dragged under.
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