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Cheap Shot

How can I be happy
when these dreams aren’t my own?
When I’m pushing and trying,
my reward being alone.

I’m a husk of myself
when I’m reading and reading,
not understanding
my menial bleeding.

This going through the motions
for the sake of a path
I don’t want or need,
carved out in a class.

Stress hoists my emotions
so they’re obnoxious and rude,
my mind a rough draft,
fragmented and crude.

What’s holding me back
but the things of my mind?
What’s keeping me open
to what I haven’t tried?

I’m standing right now,
but I’m bound to collapse.
It’s a cheap shot to failure,
and a long one to “success.”

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