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There are roads we must travel alone.
Only we know what is hurting our souls.
As we take the first step, up ahead, the landscape
looks bleak.
Deserted of human form, ghosts of the past loom,
a warning of our impending doom,
no exit signs, no escape routes.
Vultures circle overhead in anticipation of our death.
Are we not already dead,
stuck in our heads?
Anticipating. overthinking, analysing every
damn thing,
when we should be trying to heal ourselves instead.
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