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Cut Down

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Prime of Life with the window open
and longer than it used to be.
But gone the days of growing up,
and yearning for maturity.

An endless quest to stay forever,
young, untied and free.
To experience all that is desired,
without responsibility.

A promise of riches without the work,
and no skill needed for notoriety.
With failure after failure not enough,
to open the eyes to the fallacy.

Driven by nothing more than feelings
and joining the cult of identity.
It all falls apart and collapses,
a lesson in depression and anxiety.

With no end or sight of solid ground,
choosing instead to live in fantasy.
And potential is swept faraway,
because the only thing of importance

_ is me.

Taraz
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