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and i don't want the world to see me, but i know others would understand - at least to a certain degree. would they empathise - or sympathise - with the plight i have tripped myself into? It can only be a cage of my own making, my own construct, solid steel bars I turn out the light, and do not allow myself to look beyond, into the darkness, blinding myself, to all that i may have known before. the true barriers and self-constructed. whether they are bridges not crossed, paths not followed, roads not taken - they do not bring us to a warm glow of gentle wondering, simple thought - no, we allow our self-made barriers to hold us back, obstruct the true paths. To allow ourselves light to walk the path, that would be the simplest thing - ...simple, but not easy. As i think of it, the barriers loom above me, soaring off, their heights lost in clouds of self-doubt, and self reproach. i make them insurmountable, me, with my own strength. Or is it cowardice?
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dammit, and to think i didn't proofread... "the true barriers *are* self-constructed." grrr...
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from me
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notme
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please
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what's it to you?
who
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