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By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   My mind was not mine.

I was an empty vessel

into which others p

o

u

r

e

d

their dreams.

I was supposed to rise

up,

and conquer all,

fight a battle and win.

But I cringe in the

shadows,

and huddle in

corners,

trying to find where I,

start, and others

END.





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