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My eyes are clouded with tears
Which I'm trying to hold back...
I want to be strong,
I want to be a better version
Of the weak me,
But all the pain and failures
Have build up
And this baggage is dragging me down
I don't even have the strength
To stand firm
And not hit the ground.
I guess I'm becoming
Someone I'm not supposed to be.





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