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I know I'm close.I feel it Now awoken I can see It coats my tongue I taste it Almost unbound almost free I'm slipping off my shackles Steps from the finish line I fight, I push, I run to it I'm taking back what's mine For so long I've been buried Six feet under, couldn't breathe I dug that grave, I shoveled it My tomb of mediocrity I'm clawing my way out of it These mounds of banal dirt Alive again, revived, reborn A participant on earth Must keep going don't look back There's nothing there to see Just fragments of my poser shell This skin is real, it's me

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