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I've became my own master

At breaking my own heart 

With simple thoughts, dreams, and hopes

That are impossible to achieve

Things that I will never accomplish,

Places I will never go,

And people I'll never be able to love

Because my mind holds me back so very much

It makes me sad.

And frustrated.

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