poem 57

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I've become a master
At breaking my own heart
With simple thoughts
Dreams and hopes
Which are impossible to achieve
Things that I will
Never accomplish
Places I'll never go
And people that I'll
Never be able to love
Because my mind
Holds me back
So very much
Or make me sad
And frustrated

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