Fear of what Isn't

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Seventeen years all lead to this

This moment of destiny and truth

And yet like the grains of sand on a beach

It's all slipping through my fingers

And I can't find the strength to close them

To hold it all in

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Seventeen years all lead up to this

Pages upon pages 

Each with their own universe etched upon them

And yet like a wild fire

It's all burning up

And I can't find the strength

To get some water

To put it all out

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Seventeen long years all lead to this

Words of encouragment and belief

Belief that I could be something greater

Than what everyone else has been

But like a disease in the throat

It was all croaking out

And I couldn't find the strenth

To take the medicine

To heal it all up

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Seventeen years

Seventeen years of my life have lead up to this

My dreams and ambitions twinkling before me 

A gem of opportunity right in my grasp

But my hands hold too loosely

And like fragile glass

It shatters upon the floor 

And I couldn't hold it together

Because I didn't have the strength

To keep the fear at bay

Of what is

And what isn't

Myself

Today

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