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Mar 2014
And when we returned
we had been changed
We felt emptier
Depleted
Bitter

In perpetual wanting
Discontent siphoned off
The air in our lungs
All we gave blood for
Came to pass

Somehow
The heavy weight
Of realised heavy hopes and dreams
Pulled us into the ground.
Paragraphs can be written about the unhealthy human condition called perfectionism that gnaws away at one's soul until there is nothing left, the setting of unrealistic expectations upon oneself. The enemy is the voice within that roars MORE MORE MORE when you accomplish something as it creates the illusion of defeat.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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