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With my back to the Beast
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Just my poems A feeling of frustration entangles me and I let it hold me back.
It entertwines itself with my desires and devours them until I loose sight of what I want.
Only when I give up, that's when I find myself relieved.
Though relief doesn't mask the shame that I feel afterwards in the same way that this monster hides my desires.
I just sulk in my corner, staring down at my hands, so angry with myself for giving up.
But behind me there is a beast... It's a dark black mass of my greatest fear; failure.
I couldn't dare look it in the eyes.
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Good write'
"Deepinyourdreams"