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It feels like everything I ever was

Mistaking for what I thought I am

Is fading away, is gone

If only I could, if I might find

Something to grasp, something mine

Bringing me back, what I knew before

Holding my hand, what I adore

I just need some acceleration to guide me away

From all these deceptively accommodating tolerable situations

I don’t mean to seem dramatic, or contrived

I’m not trying to vent or trying to divide

I’m just realizing I need to find

A way to feel successful, a way to find what’s inside

Amid all these forces, turbulent winds

I’ll adapt, move forward

I’ll resist the draw of easy satisfactions

I’ll seek only valuable distractions