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Icy cold fingers invade There's no stopping it No chance of a forcefield no brigade Assaulted. FIRE! hit! FIRE! hit! No way to breathe They fire and never miss Just some air is what I need Torturous Shaded eyes Ears distracted No more lies The truth extracted Head seems clouded Heart in a bind Yet I am who allowed it The mistakes are mine Beaten down by my own hand Today I'm at a loss In the beginning I simply wanted to stand Now I see how much it cost Bewildered abyss I'm sinking quick They never miss I feel sick Hurry! Hurry! That's all I feel But where or what I think as I scurry This crap can't be real

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Date: 9/8/2018 12:18:00 PM
Great writing! It isn't real; break the cycle/chains with positive thought and you are reasonably free. Freewill is a wonderful concept, but so few of us truly understand the process and blessed miracle. We are held prisoner by negative people, by ideas and circumstances, simple by allowing them into our minds. Dismissing negatively from one's mind is a chore at first, but gets easier with practice. Many bad heartaches can become manageable. Not mistakes! Building blocks for success.
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