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I run the roads ‘tween beast and god.
The roads that many ‘fore have trod.

I am a trial, I am an error,
I bring hope and I give terror.

I’m well aware of the potential.
I’ve overcome some consequentials.

I look out, from this creation,
The riddle of my situation.

When the past presents regret,
It makes today feel like a debt.

A debt not plain but in the holes,
From my many unpaid tolls.

And today my pain is still.
It doesn’t move, it doesn’t will.

But it is there, this I know.
While I reap, it cooks the sow.

I look ahead, and I feel hope.
It could be real, it could be cope.

I see this life as but a death.
There is an end in every breath.

As I run the deaths come fast.
Each one I have, I soon surpass.

I dare not think this life’s a curse.
Because it all could be far worse.

The frightening features of my soul.
Contains a key to be made whole.

I seek things that wake the fear.
I seek them and I keep them near.

I want the fear to get routine.
And be just fine here in between.

And let it forge my self control.
And maybe fill a couple holes.

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