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Sep 2016
High expectations
So many limitations
Is there any way to go
When my mind is always racing
I'm chasing a life I was not born into
Statistically one I'll never achieve
Chest heaving
Hands shaking
I've got to get out of my head
These thoughts of my mortality
Will be what makes my end
Written by
Lauren Wood  California
(California)   
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   Doug Potter
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