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when the world has almost reached a close
you are frightened and alone
the past haunting your mind
guiding your steps
allowing true self to fade away
becoming mist among the graves
of long-lost accomplishments and ambition
that have passed on and are no longer held in high regard
everything you choose is self-infliction
breathing life into pain and despair

through it all you hold the power to turn it all around
yet you cry yourself into a troubled sleep
with the realization that waking up
will force you to approach an unknown reality

resignedly choosing to remain in the dark
will allow sad familiarity to become a compass
instead of trying to break out of your bonds
and through painful restoration emerge to a new life

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