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Jan 2020
I feel the weight of it on my hand
the possibilities
bliss?
darkness?
pain?
a second chance?

no one knows
except those who succeed
I don’t want others to be in pain
but I can’t handle my own
it’s selfish to go
but even harder to see
life past today
Written by
Oliver Henderson  Boston
(Boston)   
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