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Self Inflicted Torment

What's gone before consumes the now, if he happens to allow it What's yet to come torments his mind, if he happens to permit it He concentrates on uncertainties, incites his own demise Neglects the most important time, until he finally dies The end will come regardless, of how he spends his time Ignore the possibilities, for instant peace of mind.

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