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Looking at the base
of the cream grey face
of the road; We trace
the red marking line.
I stand in the middle
with a thought in mind.
Hope I had cradled
was just all behind.
Then I drown myself
in bouts of torment
wondering if what I did was worth.
I clenched my fists
and seethed in rage;
Nothing ever seemed more important.
The lights shine bright,
too bright to bear;
Likewise the truth is there
for all to stare.
I lie down again on that road,
telling myself I've got to go
move on and erase all pain.
In my view all along,
it was unreachable;
In this position I'm already happy.
Now I'll just try my best
with other matters
without fear nor worry.
The race has started; I've got to go.
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