Though I offer no excuses.
I always remind myself of failure.
Like a bad dream.
Monsters filling my mind.
It seems as my only worst thought!
That not reasons.
Nor can I escape.
I feel less connected then usual.
Like the horse is a property of my habitual self.
To hear words of praise and in length.
From top to bottom,
how easy. . .
the time gone.
A noble lie:
I am a good person
and a caring individual.
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