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I Was Not Made For This World (A Poem)

I don’t think there’s a light at the end of the tunnel today.
I don’t feel as though hope is certain.
What I have overcome was at the cost of something dear to me.
There are no easy answers.
There are only tough questions.
And, lots of them.
I suppose I’ll be vindicated some day.
Or, maybe not.
Maybe Ill just be the guy who faded away.
It’s doubtful.
I have a lot to say.
But, will I share it with you?
I am not sure.
I get so confused in these situations.
Help is in the form of a pill, you know?
I can’t imagine it being from a human alone.
Oh no!
It has to be from a human, as well as science.

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