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Apr 2016
The beginning was the hardest.
The beginning never faded.

The beginning was an annoyance.
It left me irritated.

Frustration was present.
And so were my fears.

Seeing past my problems.
Didn't seem very clear.

And through the darkness of the light.
I'll speak on all the things I did right.

You say I'm wrong.
Seems so typical.

But you're just not seeing me.
You're not seeing the visual.

We can follow our present.
Or we can follow our past.

But the hardest question is,
Which one will last?
Written by
Joseph Peterman  23/M/Oklahoma
(23/M/Oklahoma)   
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