Unfinished

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Cowardice takes hold,
trying to approach freedom,
and letting the fear of the past,
get in the way.

You run about,
stumble upon words,
forget your intentions,
falter into defeat.

You learn to never try,
rather than go through with failure,
so much so,
you gave up on this poem.

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