Self Impaled

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The gnawing squeeze of restlessness

Grips tight like ice on my chest

Deflated this time, no air, no power

Shown to be weak, tested and failed

Just like I was warned, a lowlife

Greatly missed my chance to figure out

What it is that could make me my best

No chance in sight to claim greatness

It's anywhere I'll hang

Never on a different pike

Claiming independence where I have none

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