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A new day with each breath
Now every footstep
Child in my head trying to get out of this
My co-pilot an angry-sad goddess
Still, trying my best
Rolling the stone
Still need lots of rest
Back up the Hill
Alone my thoughts trend toward the self-obsessed
Again and again
My mood lists toward the depressed
It rolls back down
I take a step
See, hear, smell, taste, feel
The weight of everything
That might have been
Sitting on my neck
Shallowing my breath
New day
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