I worked hard to become who I was destined to be.
And reached where I am -staring at a dead-end that won't give.
I scream that this is not what I want
But too much has happened and there can be no reparation.
There is not much time with me now.
Nothing that I can now become.
So I look at every second in this short time.
Looking for lost dignity, looking for the lost me.
Something laughs and says lose yourself too
And submit to a lightness of being.
Be happy.
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