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Jul 2014
feeling wrecked,
when I need
direction,
connection.

raise my hands
for protection.
collapse.
ain't no such thing
as perfection

can't even touch
the weary lighthouse flame
when the shackles round my ankles
think my life is
a ******* game.
written in response to turmoil, a feeling of lacking. worrying about personal progression.
AZahorcak
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AZahorcak  Akron, Ohio
(Akron, Ohio)   
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