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Obstacles, Challenges..

Frustration pangs my heart once more..
I'm bleeding words that are useless, negative, and sore..

Misery is like a monkey, hanging onto my back..
Happiness becomes a day too far gone,
to transmute this swirling black..

Why do I live in the bowels of my misery?
A slave unto myself, and my temptations.

Good question.

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