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When first I entered,
safe and complacent I walked.
Though chased by my own perfect image
I did not quicken my step.
I am in control.
Anxiety and fear talk,
near they follow and taunt
at my trembling lip, still I walk.
'Mind over matter' said the whispers in the dark.
I hide behind false strength
as my thoughts are not my own,
and my words are no better.
I could leave, I know,
and go back the way I came.
Pained, I breathe and continue on my way
to not loose the steps I've gained.
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Comments (1)
It is very live and I felt it!