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Truths

By Tamara Cameron   

Trying to run this impossible race
Counting down my days
As if I knew when my last one was, as if I got to choose.
Sometimes it feels like I'm not really here
Just in some alternate universe praying to finally wake up from this nightmare
What is this place?
Is it hell?
Will I be free?;
If I was to go into that deep sleep,
Will I return here with the rest of the sheep?
At times it feels like my mind is my own torture
Tied up in never ending thoughts of negativity and disappointment
reluctantly moving forward.

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