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This life is one long road that never ends.

Can’t move from this chair.
My body has carved out a container
to keep me together. Bits of me
left alongside the road,
lost to me forever. My mind
frantically searches what went wrong.
My efforts never enough. I had given up
long before I realized how eager I was to give it up.

The road never ends.

Poetry

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