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held back

The fear of being
alive, (and truly
alive) within the
confines (that's freedom)
of a careful heart;

the hesitance
to draw a breath
for hope (this love),
the only chance

for a life
beyond the
doubtful (the

mournful,
sad; my

fate)

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