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The fog, I could not penetrate,Was the path that I forsake;
Failing to immobilize;
The scrutiny before my life.
Cannot this bear a spear in me?
Filled with morbid uncertainty?
If this is how I shall progress;
Then how will I, get through this mess?
I must bestow upon myself;
Another route that I should delve.
Not head first, but firmly placed,
My feet upon the ground shall pace.
A rightful life, filled full of grace;
Full of meaningful pages;
No one will ere' erase.
--Sharon Collins
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