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Crushing dreams as if they were tin cans, Kicking them as if they were toys, Running away from them, Hiding those fears, Holding those tears, Listening to my brain, Were the best I thought. Those dreams became nightmares. Or did I make them? Tears just dried up Fears teamed up to form pain, That heavy pain on my chest. I can no longer bear its weight Want to scream, But the voice gives up. Want to blame everyone else But I know I am at fault. Once I failed to stand up for myself, Now I regret.

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